LAND OF ICE AND FIRE Derek Seto, New Zealand Whoever asked me what I'm going to do for Christmas, I always answered, "Iceland". In response, I usually send goggle. - Is there a chill? - Um, uh ... well, cold. - Why Iceland? Honestly, I still can not answer this question. I guess I just wanted to go somewhere where we could with interest for a few days, and where I had been. So me and came up with a crazy idea about Iceland. And I'm glad that it happened. Ice on the grass traveling by plane airline AyslendEyr, I again realized how wonderful it - to fly airplanes normal company, when you do not try to squeeze money for baggage and in-flight movie show! I decided to watch a documentary film about the musical group "Segur Ros" I think that this is the best Icelandic band. The film tells about free tour of Iceland, in which they set in 2006. During this tour they have played in all sorts of small towns across the country and in various unusual places, such as in the valleys, the old fish processing plant and small eateries. The film shows the remarkable beauty of a quiet rural part of Iceland, and thoughtful music perfectly complements the picture. Now I began to understand that we will see in the next 6 days. We landed in Keflavik, was predictably cool. No wonder that Iceland is the name (which translates Country Ice, ca. Perevi.). But I'm more worried about my ears. Due to inflammation of the sinuses, which does not want to go through, and the flight, I have not heard anything from the conversation with the Australian. We talked with them on the bus on the way to Reykjavik. The bus drove us straight to the hotel entrance. The guy on reception told us that we were the only guests that day. Perhaps not everyone comes to mind the idea to go for Christmas in Iceland. Although somehow felt sorry for this guy who came to work for us. I am a bit scared when he asked me to give him 12,000 kroons. 200 CZK - a 1 pound, but still, when you ask for 12,000 - it's a shock. On that day we all worked, so that problems with sleep, no one came. When the 9 am bell alarm clock, we looked out the window and saw that it was still dark. We needed to get to the other end of town and take the car in service rolled, but it was over the fact that we missed the bus. Just that we have not quite woken up, ran around the frozen streets, trying to find a nice wooden sign in the Scandinavian style, which, as we thought, set here at bus stops. In the end we caught a taxi, it is still a taxi here is inexpensive. The next two days we're going to take place in Hveragerdi, a small town with a population of 2,000 people, which is located 45 km west of Reykjavik. We decided that all the shops during the day and in itself will be closed on Christmas, so it would be nice to stock up on food. In our guest house after all was the kitchen. In general, after we took the car, we stopped at a supermarket. If the Icelandic way with a turkey on Christmas Day problem, then we must take the chicken. Our friend SPC already have some experience cooking this meal, so we just bought a chicken and left it to him. Frankly, we could buy an 8-kilogram turkey, but even for two days, we probably it would not have coped. Not to mention the price, much cheaper than chicken. And in general overestimate the turkey, it always turns out kind of dry. When we were waiting in line at the cashier, a tall truck driver who was behind us, hear what we say to the cashier in English. - Are you from England? - He asked. - Yes, we live in London - we answered. - You know you are not welcome here - he said. We laughed at such an unusual joke. But it turned out that he was not joking. - You are not welcome in our country - has continued to severe local resident. - You, the British think that you are the Empire ... arrogant bastards! Fuck you! Roll to your back! Damn the English bastards! He is something else spoke for a while, while he seemed completely sane. I wanted to tell him that actually we're from New Zealand, but realized that it made no sense. Well, he made a circus, all in a supermarket were shocked. I beg you not to forget that it was our first morning in Iceland. Welcome to Iceland and Merry Christmas! At that moment, as we were about to leave the parking lot to our car approached middle-aged woman: - I just want to apologize for this horrible person - she said. - I want you to know that not all Icelanders think so, as he did. We are very friendly and hospitable, and I hope you will have a reason to see this ... I'm sorry. We were moved by the fact that she came to us and said these words. We thanked her and went about his business. I was very upset with this scene in the supermarket. I knew that most people do not think so, but in any case, it was awful, despite the fact that we do not the British. Later, I decided to ask about the relations of Iceland and the UK. It turned out that from a political point of view, relationship, to say the least, cool. The British, despite protests from Iceland, Iceland was occupied during World War II, fearing that Germany would use Iceland as a springboard for attacks on Britain. In the 70 years some friction on issues related to the fishing zone and territorial waters, and recent tensions increased again due to problems in the Icelandic bank Aysseyv and economic collapse of the banking system. Britain insisted that the money that British citizens lost due to the collapse of Icelandic bank, was recovered the Icelandic government. In this case, the British relied on anti-terrorism legislation. This attitude greatly hurt the Icelandic side, and she refused to pay the debts, saying that such a move would destroy the local economy. So it is possible that one man in a supermarket just lost all their savings and are now looking for the guilty. Quite possibly. And, although most of the local that we came across were very friendly, a couple of times we talked to those who wanted to socialize, but at the same time, notice, or begins to suspect that in fact they could barely hold back his emotions. I hope it was just a fit of paranoia, which has been exacerbated with me after the case in the supermarket, although some Icelanders with whom I could talk to, and actually had some closed. Read more: See also: Three days with pork, rum and salsa
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