This is a brief interlude while I write a longer post.
Each time I’ve been to Iceland I’ve had some really strange things asked of me, here’s a selection:
Drunk Kid: ‘Are you from Finland?’
Me: What? Why would I be from Finland?
D.K: ‘You look like a Moomin.’
Different Drunk Kid: ‘I saw you from my window and wondered are you a Mongolian Assassin on a mission?’
At a party:
‘Are you a street artist?
Small boys in the petrol/gas station ask the cashier about me:
‘Does he work for the Mafia?’
The latest one:
Belgian Guy: ‘Are you guys in a band? I thought maybe some Post-Industrial Instrumental Rock music’