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About Hafnarfjordur

Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, inspired, a little bit angry at the rain, but mostly just grateful. Gardabaer, you’re a quirky little gem. You’ve got your ups and downs, but that’s what makes you real. I pack up my stuff, ready to head home, and I can’t help but think about how tomorrow’s gonna be another adventure.

From Iceland — My Way Or The Highway