Shooting sheep and a minor miracle
Trip Start Jun 22, 2006
21Trip End Jul 12, 2006
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Today was a lighter day driving-wise. I left Hotel Edda at about 8:30 and drove along the fjord's highway all the way to Faskrudsfjordur, a.k.a. "Frenchtown". Apparently it was settled a few hundred years ago by French fishermen and it touts its French history for all its worth. The street signs are in Icelandic and in French for example. There's a cafe/museum and I stopped there for a wee cuppa joe. I would've gone in to the museum itself but they were charging close to 5 euros and it didn't look to be worth the money (Besides I'd already fulfilled my museum quota back in Glaumbaer). From Frenchtown, I deviated my course back to my hotel and bypassed the new 6 kilometer long tunnel off of route 96
I got it into my head while driving along that I just HAD to get a decent photograph of Icelandic sheep. So at one point I got out my tripod, snuck up slowly and craftily on some unsuspecting sheep, and nailed them with my zoom! Take that silly & stupid but sweet sheep!! I managed to get a few relatively decent shots of a couple of the sheep. The look on their faces when they'd realized I took their photograph was something along the lines of, "Oh shit! Did she just take my picture?! I was soooo not ready for that! Does my butt look too big with all this wool??!!?"
I drove back to Neskaupstadur then arriving at about 1:15. I went to my room and ate my lunch and took a nap. At about 3, I decided I would walk into the town and go to a cafe where I could read whilst savouring a latte or cappucino. I've begun reading "Corelli's Mandolin" and am pleasantly surprised by how funny it is! Here I was thinking it was simply a romance but it's much much more that that and I am loving it! The only problem is that I keep imagining Penelope Cruz as the main female character and I find her incredibly annoying as an actress
After my cafe reading siesta, I walked back to my hotel. Dinner was at the hotel and I dined on vegetable cutlets in a peanut sauce and some tomato soup. It's the healthiest food I've had in Iceland. It was pretty good, but not altogether memorable. The rest of the evening, it was just me & Captain Corelli - a fine companion on a foggy night. Play on maestro...
P.S. Oops, forgot to mention! The truly miraculous happened - I found my missing Russian gold earring I thought I'd lost forever on my first night in Ireland!! When I returned to my room today for my siesta, it was just lying on the floor, away from my suitcase. It looked as if it had been deliberately placed there for me. I had totally scoured my suitcase for it waaaay back in Ireland but it seemed as if the Single Sock Monster's cousin who feasts upon solitary earrings had consumed it. Alls well that ends well!