Iceland

So, I'm alive, in Iceland.

It's strange that I've been here almost a month now. My trip was uneventful, although I'm sure the hot stewardess was looking me a little longer in the eye than necessary as she poured my coffee...

Being here has been a blast, so far. My job is menial and pointless, but the place is amazing. Someone told me on the way over here that Icelandic women were all very beautiful because the Nordic vikings kidnapped all the hot babes from Ireland and took them to Iceland as slaves. It seems plausible, there are lots of gingers here and the women are gorgeous. And sexually liberated too...

I have quite a few things to blog about when I can find the time and a decent place to go online.

Unfortunately, Iceland is so high tech that finding an internet connection is actually surprisingly tricky. It's everywhere, this Internet thing. Most cafes and bars (not that there seems to be much of a difference here) offer free wireless. The trouble is, they all assume you have your own laptop, which I don't. The only net cafe type place I've found so far which offers any privacy is a games place downtown, and it's not exactly free.

Nothing here is, except the water. And what you've heard is true: the hot water here stinks.

I think I may tighten my belt and buy a laptop.