Saturday, March 13, 2010 at 2:42PM 
After walking around downtown Reykjavik Lydia had a nap while I headed out to a pub called "The English Pub" where I caught the second half of the Arsenal v Hull City game. It was a tight game, with Arsenal scoring a stoppage time goal to beat a ten men Hull side. It wasn't the prettiest win, but I was relieved when Bendtner finally slotted the game winner in.
Saturday, March 13, 2010 at 9:53AM 
From the side of a building in Reykjavik.
Saturday, March 13, 2010 at 9:45AM 
I don't know what my title means. It's not good SEO (search engine optimization). I'll blog later, but I'm going to try to find a pub showing the Arsenal v. Hull City game.
Friday, March 12, 2010 at 11:01AM 
The fact is, as I lay here trying to fall asleep at 7 in the evening here in Reykjavík (which is 11 pm back home in Vancouver), I probably won't get much blogging done over the next few days. I'll post when I can, but I think sleep and exploration is the name of the game. But I will be doing my best to keep uploading new pictures when they come in. So if you want to keep track of what Lydia and I are doing check out my Flickr photo gallery for our Iceland trip [fkr].
Friday, March 12, 2010 at 9:22AM 
Early Thursday morning Lydia and I left our apartment to head down to Seattle, where we caught a flight on Iceland Air which fly us across North America and then a large portion of the Atlantic Ocean. We are now beyond tired, and thus I'm not going to go into any great detail at this point. I'm currently operating on such low levels of sleep that I might actually be writing this in Klingon and not realize it.
Did I ever learn Klingon? Have I been speaking it all day? That might explain why nobody seems to make any sense in Iceland. Somewhere over the Atlantic a switch flipped in my brain and I'm now talking a made up science fiction language and because I've only had about two hours of sleep in the last 28 I just haven't noticed it.
I tried to sleep on the plane, and caught the previously mentioned two hours of sleep, but an angry Icelandic child in a cowboy hat kept me from sleeping any longer by continually kicking my chair as hard as he could. I almost turned around and yelled at him, "Today is a good day to die!" but I wasn't sure if Iceland Air has special Icelandic air marshals that would have taseredme at that point. So instead I just stared at the seat ahead of me and thought of murder.
Because of the time change it's 5:30 in the evening here, and 9:30 in the morning back home. We've been trying to resist going to bed, to combat jet lag and to shock our systems into the correct time zone, but it's a losing battle. I'm going to shower now, and if I don't fall asleep standing up in the stall, I'll probably manage to crawl onto the bed and pass out. Barely.
QaQ ram.*
* Klingon for "Good night".
