Icelanding

It’s nearly midnight and I’m sitting at the downstairs bar at the ground floor of my hostel in Iceland while the many layers of clouds still allow the light to drip through the remains of a rainy, dark, and mildly windy day.  I landed here at 7am feeling a silly sleeplessness that you get after time traveling eastward aroubd the globe without any naps, even after taking my friends prescribed “Zambian” (Ambian and Zanax) for my flight. I am reminded why I do this - why I charge into the great adventure of wonderlust all by myself?

I played the big tourist card upon arrival and went to the pricy tourist trap of soaking in the lovely “blue lagoon” geothermal springs, drank 3 beers for breakfast, slept for 2 hours in my rental car,  embarrassingly leaned on my $10 a day rented Garmin GPS to find my way to my bunk I signed up for  at  the Oddsson in downtown Reykjavik. 

The usual discomfort, fear, regret hits me - to am so alone. I prescribe  myself the usual remedy and I walk around quickly getter my lost in a strange town.   I had to re-trace my steps quickly to get back and poop.

My nap was loaded wth a weird dreams of people l have known in a timeline of nearly my whole past.  Upon awakening I struggled with the dilemma of  just staying in my bunk or aiming for some adventure. 

You know the answer.So, I headed toward the town centrer of where a come across a place that was loaded with colored hair, wide body piercings, and... well, just my kind of folk.   I was pulled into what looked like a beer hall by a lady tearing up a ukulele version of “Creep” a la Radiohead sontering throught the crowd.

I was fortunate enough to spend me next few hours engaged in a two hour impromptu performance by Amanda Palmer. yes - I totally have a monster crush on this singer, performer, composer, piano pounding, ukulele strumming artista.   She finished her 2 hour free show with a kick-ass ukulele song suggesting if more folks played the “uke” ...???

Now I have to find a way to quietly slip into my 6 bed share hostel room gracefully without bummeing out the 5 Russian ladies trying to sleep.  

Oh - these Vikings are stunning!