Slept in until 8 that morning. Started packing up after breakfast and bad coffee, I get everything in my bag by 10. I have two and a half hours to kill before my ride gets here and takes me to the bus stop. Not knowing what to do, I watch a couple of episodes of Rooster Teeth’s ‘Let’s Play Minecraft,’ then some Myst. Almost done the game! It’s so much easier when you’re an adult than when you’re a kid. The driver arrived, loaded my bag, and off we went. The entire trip we talked about the Northern Lights last night and the science behind them.
Getting to the stop, I said my goodbyes, and boarded the bus. Different driver this time. I’m off to Sauðárkrókur, still have no idea how to saw that name. Maybe I’ll make a list of all the places I’ve been and the proper way to say them? The new town I’m going to was a hour and a half away, so I put on my headphones and take a nap. Once there, I go into the gas station/bus stop and get an apple juice. Switching things up a bit.
After figuring out which way to go, I start going down the road. It’s a bit icy on the sidewalks so I take my time. Luckily, the place where I’m going is only a ten-minute walk away, fifteen with the ice. I pass by the liquor store, so I know where I’m going next.
Finding the place and buzzing my new hostess, she lets me into my apartment. Curious of her accent because it wan’t Icelandic, I ask where she’s from. She tells me Australia. Cool! After chatting for a while, she leaves and I begin unpacking. Once that was done, I go out to hit up the town.
Getting hungry, I stop into a restaurant called Ólafshús. Looking at their menu and ordering a big pint of Viking-Classic (half a litre of beer), I pick out the Salsa Burger. A cheese burger with salsa and Doritos crushed under the patty. I think it’s Sweet Chilli Heat.
After lunch and a happy tummy, I hit the road again. Pretty much next door is a brew pub! Ecstatic, I try the door. Locked. I look at the hours and it’s only open from Thursday to Saturday. The days that I’m not here. Darn. I miss the brewing atmosphere. I continue down the road and find a bake shop (bought some pastries), a department store much like Zellers, a night club called Mælifell Skemmtistaður (open on Fridays and Saturdays), and three coffee shops. Not too bad for a small town! Afterwards I head for the liquor store but find out it’s closed Sundays. I then go back to my place and do some much needed updating to my website, now that I have a good internet connection.
By the time I finish updating, it’s 9:30. I’m getting pretty tired (bus rides take a lot out of me, combined with a full stomach), I get ready for bed, jump under the covers, and slowly get swallowed by the cushy mattress, I turn off the lights.