Day 1 Recap, Lobster and Accidental Mass

Following our short nap yesterday afternoon, we headed out to get some dinner. The hostel recommended a little restaurant called the Sea Baron, saying they had the worlds best Lobster Soup. Walking down to the harbor we found the little shop tucked away down by the fisherman's wharf and ordered our bowls of soup. They were right, it was pretty amazingly delicious, and very rich. We met an older couple from Florida and a couple of girls from Colorado. Something about this place leads people to strike up conversations with everyone around them, people seem very eager to find out about those around them.

After our soup we wandered around the harbor for a bit, the fishing fleet is moored very close to the restaurant and I wanted a look, so we strolled down a peer. Erin, however, made very poor choice in shoe selection and started complaining she was freezing, so we didn't stay long and we headed back into town where the sidewalks were more clear and the wind wasn't battering us quite so furiously.

Walking up the hill from the harbor we found a church that looked pretty cool and seemed to have some other tourists mulling around out front. We walked up to the front door and as we did were hearded inside by a Catholic priest. He was trying to get peopl inside and close up the doors because they were in the middle of a mass... oops. We looked at one another and quietly tried to get out without notice. Of course, everyone turned and looked. It was a bit awkward, but oh well. From there we headed back to the hostel, it was getting a bit late and we were starting to get tired. Only problem is in Iceland no one starts going out until much later at night. So e decided to hang around in the hostel until it got later, get some downtime and perhaps meet some people. One of Erin's roommates was sitting in the bar, so we joined her, grabbing glasses of Polar Beer. Claire, Erin's roommate, is from Newcastle England and currently is living in Iceland milking cows for a living. She's pretty interesting, having been travelling for almost 10 years, milking cows in several different countries. After a few hours and several beers we headed out to a club called Factory, a dimly lit place crammed full of people and pumping loud dance music. Even here the Icelanders were super friendly and eager to talk about pretty much anything and everything. We only had a few more drinks and stayed a couple of hours before heading back to the hostel as we were running on such little sleep. It was about 1am and the party was really only just getting started. People were all over in the streets, despite the snow and cold and there wasn't any prospect of things slowing down. In spite of the noise and activity I was asleep nearly as fast as my head hit the pillow. Erin said this morning that the noise continued well into the early morning, something I was completely oblivious to whilst sleeping very soundly.

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