Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
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Where The Streets Have No Shame
by admin - 19:55 on 22 June 2014
Another day in grey, then sunny, then grey and windy, then sunny Reykjavik featured another morning of sightseeing around the city streets. The Icelandic population is barely 325,000 so it's no surprise that its capital has a small-town feel with quiet backstreets two minutes from its centre. Tatty houses sit next to smart ones and a small suburban bungalow complete with postage stamp lawn and kids' swing can be set across the road from a gleaming corporate office HQ.
There's not much litter, no crowds and pedestrians have a right of way that most motorists observe – just as well as we're still looking the wrong way to cross the road. How we'll cope when we pick up our hire car on Wednesday remains to be seen.
Cathy and Paul, who are also running the half marathon, landed this morning from Manchester in time to join us for lunch in a whale-free Italian restaurant followed by more wandering, restrained use of the Pentax and unrestrained use of Cathy's Canon when she and Celina could be enticed out of outdoor shops from where boots and jackets kept calling their names.
We resisted the charms of the Penis Museum – the only one in the world – which is housed on Laugavegur, one of the city's main thoroughfares, also notable for the amount of drunken Icelandic youth which fills its streets at night while on the hunt for the opposite sex. Whether the two are connected I don't know.
Mid afternoon, weary sightseers returned to their apartments. Matchgirl plans to take tomorrow easy so she'll be fit to run in the evening. I don't blame her – being on holiday is turning out to be a tiring business.
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