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<\/p>\nI flew in to Keflavik on a red-eye.<\/p>\n
I have never been able to sleep on a plane. Something about being in the air excites me, I am taken back to my youthful ambition to be an RAF pilot. I experience flying to Europe informs me that I can rest on the plane, and be quite active the following day, with the time change in my favor. Early to bed, early to rise, and I am adjusted to the new time zone.<\/p>\n
The shuttle to Kuku for the campervan that would be my home for the next ten days went without a hitch, and then paperwork. To my dismay I found out that even the Platinum insurance package did not cover damage if I hit a sheep, on top of which I would owe $500 to the farmer for the sheep. Stupid sheep, who gave them a license to drive.<\/p>\n
My first adventure was getting out of the parking lot. In order to save money, I had ordered the smallest cheapest option, which came with a stick shift. I had figured that even though I had never driven a stick shift before, I used to ride a motorbike, how hard could it be?<\/p>\n
Motorbikes don’t have reverse.<\/p>\n
First stop a Kronan supermarket. Large, clean, well laid out, with a case full of the Icelandic speciality hot dogs. I don’t speak Icelandic. Google Translate doesn’t work for hot dog varieties. I am illiterate, overwhelmed, and alone in a supermarket in a foreign land. I pick at random.<\/p>\n
Driving on the highway to my first campground is easy enough. Left foot instead of left hand for clutch, right foot instead of right hand for accelerator. I am familiar from the back seat of car growing up with the sound of the engine when it’s time to change gear.<\/p>\n
After the campground I head in to town. I am promised a panoramic view of the city from the tower of Hallgrimskirkja cathedral, but it is closed. The Calder statue of Leif Ericson ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.wrolf.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/1010975.jpg\")
points me down into the very expensive and touristy center of town. I had wanted to buy an Icelandic wool sweater, but they are $300.<\/p>\n
A nourishing lamb meat soup ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.wrolf.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/1010979.jpg\")
fortifies me as I head for the windswept waterfront, where I spend a happy hour watching the clouds and boats go by at the Sun Voyager by J\u00f3n Gunnar Arnason. ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.wrolf.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/1010994.jpg\")
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At dinner back at the campground I discover that I seem to have bought the wrong sort of hotdog. Or maybe it is too authentic. But the Saint-Emilion 2015 washes it down quite well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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