What the hell? I'm in iceland. I'm in one of those places I pretty much assumed i'd never go, like mauritius. its not that I have anything against iceland or icelandic folks, and i guess i always assumed there are probably nice things there, but really! who actually goes to iceland?
apparently I do. as an ice salesmen from israel. guy from the desert selling ice-machines in iceland. it sounds like a bad script, the kind of thing you wouldn't believe unless it were true.
so, i'm staying in iceland touring the country's fishing towns. going on board fishing vessels, holding my breath thru stinky fish processing plants and sitting in lots of meetings with people that have names i can't pronounce like harladur, and thordvalsson. at least i got to meet a guy named thor.
I also have time for touristy stuff and iceland abounds with physical beauty. they call iceland a land of fire and ice. the ice part is obvious, and the fire part comes from the fact that iceland is basically an island of volcanos. the entire island is covered with volcanos, some recently active, and lots of lava flow. that means that some places are virtually un crossable mile after square mile of really jagged rock that no tank or 4wd could come close to traversing.
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