Reykjavik had really livened up since I was here three weeks ago. The clouds were still around, and there still was a nip to the air, but there sure were a lot more people.
I stumbled onto a flea market. The place smelt like rotten shark. And it was filled with strange foods – all kinds of sea creatures, weird eggs, cured horse among other things.
After the market, I came across a “free” walking tour. It had just started so I joined right in. The tour guide was nice enough to let me in, but he made sure to let me know that he was accepting tips.
The next little bit was about Reykjavik and its history, which was pretty dull. Even recalling it makes me sleepy.
I half-listened to the tour guide and mostly just enjoyed walking around in a crowd and taking pictures.
After being shepherded around all morning, I had to break away. I walked around aimlessly and got to the Reykjavik Cathedral, whose architecture resembled more rocket-ship than church.
Iceland is very atheist and superstitious, which seems paradoxical but isn’t. Maybe this design was a homage to the marriage between science and religion?
I retired back to my tent kinda early. Tomorrow, I will return my trusty horse – the Spark back to the rental and take the bus to the airport and onwards to Barcelona.
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