If you follow my twitter feed, you’ll know by the ‘where am I?’ post I put up today that I am not in Iceland any more.
I flew all night and washed up on the shores of London, England this morning. More on that later, as I am not done with Iceland yet. I am already dreaming of returning…
Iceland is a fishing nation, and though I didn’t meet any Icelanders who admitted to enjoying eating shark and whale meat … it was there.
oh, it was there…
A little more startling for me was the casual display of this famous dish:
Apparently sheep’s head is a regular go-to. I took this [admittedly hasty and therefore sadly hazy] photo in the bus station cafeteria.
If it’s on the bus station menu, you know it’s gotta be easy to find.
But the thing that shocked me most was how Puffin seemed to be on menus everywhere. I don’t know why I was shocked. I mean, apparently it is little more than a colourful chicken.
And yet… I’ve been angling to see a Puffin in the feathers since my adventure in Orkney a couple of years ago. They are adorable!
Is he not adorable…?
Apparently, he is also very tasty. I will spare you [and my own soft heart] a picture of Puffin Pie.
I’ve decided the trolls must be behind this. They want the cute puffins out of the way so they can control the tourist market.
Yeah…that’s gotta be it.
Okay, that’s it for me. I am typing this with my eyelashes on the keyboard, I swear. Will do an Iceland wrap-up next time.
More soon…!
~kc
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