Iceland is a funny little country. There, I said it! Composed of a shocking population of just over 300,000 people, the country is relaxed to say the least. But they do have some odd rules. Some of which were luckily posted in the local paper:
It’s illegal to:
-Put the Icelandic flag on a pair of undies
-Box professionally in Iceland
-Give your child an embarrassing name
-Import horses into Iceland
There are a few ins and outs of Icelandic culture one might want to double check before visiting. For example there’s an unwritten rule that if you’re chatting at a pub or night club with a local, it’s customary that you to take them home when the night is through. This sleazy rule has left more than one foreign tourist dumfounded and slightly put off. On the other hand Icelandic couples remain fairly laid back with their relationships; wearing their wedding rings on any finger and lengthy engagements are all the norm.
And of course like any city, you’ve got your crazies.
When I first arrived in Reykjavik I was without cell service (who knew), without directions to the couchsurfer’s house I was meant to stay, and without a payphone (apparently they no longer exist in Iceland). I was out on my ass. Just as I thought things couldn’t go further down hill, a local approached me. When I say local I mean a highly intoxicated stumbling excuse for a man smelling of the streets and sporting the hobo chic garments of the dirty thirties. Knowing this wasn’t going to end well, I began frantically packing my bag, shoving things into any open pocket and zipping every zipper in a mad frenzy. Just as I slung my bag over my shoulder he stopped dead in his tracks and began coughing up a thick black lung before he undid his fly and started peeing in wild zig zags. To avoid a golden shower I dodged the flow left and right until I found an opening and ran like hell with 20 kilos on my back. I left the city center a little worse for wear; my hair was plastered to my face with sweat and my shoulders burned from having been rubbed raw from bearing the weight of my bag. I couldn’t wait for what tomorrow had in store.
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