Mama I'm coming hooooooome
WOO! I loved Reykjavik and Iceland but I am so ready to come home. I'm waiting for Micheal and Brett to arrive at the bus station; they are doing some last minute shopping, but I wanted to come down here and hang out because:

1. I hate feeling rushed
2. I hate feeling rushed

On the way to the airport we're going to the Blue Lagoon spa and geothermal pool; the Blue Lagoon runs a shuttle service from Reykjavik to Keflavik via their place, so we just booked that instead of going straight to the airport.

I got up yesterday and went to see Reykjavik city hall and the Saga Museum with Micheal and Brett. We tried to see the penis museum, but apparently it has moved a few hundred kilometres from Reykjavik to Húsavíkurbær in the north of Iceland. So no penises for us!

Last night, our final night in Iceland, we decided to celebrate by having an Icelandic meal. We tried reindeer, lamb, puffin, and the most insanely fucking disgusting food ever; hakarl, which is fermented shark meat. Apparently they bury a shark in the sand for six months, dig it up, and eat the meat. I did try one piece, but oh jeebus it was bad. Other than that the meal was fantastic, probably the best I´ve had in a couple of months.

I will come back to Iceland, but next time I'm going to do more outdoorsy stuff. I'd like to try diving in Þingvellir lake, rock climbing, a visit to the fjords, and maybe rafting, with only a day or two in Reykjavik. It's a cool little down but I want to expand my horizons.

I'm just killing time here. I'm going now. Byeeee!