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Edinburgh Castle

Although we didn’t see a lot of major sights in Scotland, we did visit Edinburgh castle one day. The kilted tour guide made plenty of jokes, including ones about the weather. We experienced rain, hail, sun and even a few snowflakes in a short time period.

The castle was impressive. We were just reading its Wikipedia page which said that it was built on top of an extinct volcano. A bit of trivia for you to remember if you ever get picked to go on Jeopardy!. Besides that, it was the site of tons of history and violence over the centuries, and was also the birthplace of King James I (the little blue room in the photo gallery). Right now, it holds the crown jewels of Scotland and the completely gorgeous Scottish National War Memorial. No photos allowed of either the jewels or the war memorial; you’ll have to Google them.

Tony got a little disorderly and had to take a time-out in the military prison below the castle.

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Stanely House

In Scotland, we spent all five days in Paisley. We originally had loose plans to spend a couple days in Edinburgh and also to visit the Highlands, but that was scrapped.

When we arrived at the Glasgow airport around 10 a.m., the passport agent gave us a hard time. We were exhausted from all the preparations of leaving the US, followed by several days of tearing around Iceland and I made the mistake of not simply answering “vacation” when he asked us why we were entering the UK. It didn’t really take very long to get our passports stamped, probably three minutes total, but his steely attitude sapped our remaining energy and we already felt done for the day. So we got on the airport shuttle headed for downtown Glasgow, stepped off at the first pub we came across, ordered a big Scottish breakfast, found the wifi password, and didn’t leave our seat by the window for seven hours.

During that time, we emailed to finalize our arrangements to stay with friends-of-friends-of-friends (another term to avoid when answering a border control agent’s questions, especially if you don’t have any actual names to give him). Our friends who we were living with for a few months before we left, Chris and DeeAnn, are friends with Tim and Caroline, who worked at a YWAM Celtic Way Community in Paisley. The six of us had dinner one evening in January while Tim and Caroline where back in the States for a visit. They told us that they wouldn’t be in Scotland at the same time we would be there, but that we should get in contact with their coworkers in Paisley when we were passing through (border control agent didn’t care for that term either) and arrange to stay for a night.

Our intention was only to stay for that first night. But when the cab dropped us off at the weary and worn (but still beautiful) Victorian mansion at the top of a hill, and ten minutes later we were sitting on the rooftop watching the sunset and playing music with great people, we were pretty sure we weren’t going anywhere for a while.

We ended up staying there for our entire time in Scotland. The rooms didn’t have heat, the house was under extensive renovation, we had never met any of the people who lived there before, Paisley isn’t exactly a place where people go to “do” Scotland… based on all those things, it might have been an easy choice to head for the Highlands or another city. But we stayed because of the wonderful people who treated us like old friends and let us tag along with them and played beautiful music for us.

This is why we are doing what we are doing.

-A

(Thanks to Josh Grohman, whose Instagram pics we stole.)

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Food: Paisley-Glasgow-Edinburgh

If you’re one of those people who hate seeing food pictures, you’re just going to have to deal with it. Feast your eyes.

If you’re wondering, we did eat the regular haggis, but skipped the deep-fried haggis.

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Ingi and Eyrún

I’ve been putting off writing this, because it is my favorite Iceland story, and I wasn’t sure how much to include. We’ve also been relying on our photos the majority of our content, so if you are wishing we’d write more, here is a nice long post for you.

Part of our ethos of this year has been not pre-booking or pre-planning ahead too much. Free as the wind! Come what may! Adventure! In Iceland that didn’t serve us well, at least on an emotional level. It all worked out perfectly in the end, but it did make for anxious evenings. Something about being thousands of miles from home, watching the daylight weaken and not being sure about where you are sleeping that night is a little unsettling.

We did have the foresight to pre-book our first night and stayed in a simple little guesthouse in the center of Reykjavik. The next morning, we picked up our car headed for the Blue Lagoon. Afterward, we just started driving and ended up in a fishing village called Grindavik. We drove down the empty streets and wondered what to do next. Then we saw the flags of several different countries waving on a building and decided it looked like a friendly place. The flags turned out to be attached to Kanturinn.

The Simpsons were playing loudly on the TV when we walked in. It was probably 6 p.m., but Kanturinn was empty. I privately wondered whether we had stepped into a place everyone else knew to avoid, but the owner, Ingi, mentioned it would be very busy in the early morning hours. The walls were filled with photos of bands and people having a good time. Ingi took our order and explained to us that kantur meant “edge.” His family originally wanted to name the place in honor of his grandmother, but it would have sounded very similar to “Cocaine Inn” and that wasn’t the image they wanted to evoke. I ordered a heaping plate of noodles and vegetables.

Ingi said that there was a quiz show on TV, and that residents of Grindavik were competing against residents of Reykjavik. I thought he was asking permission to end the conversation and watch the program from his barstool the other side of the room, but when we said, “oh yes, please watch it,” he fired up the projector on the wall behind us. Ingi explained how he knew the Grindavikian contestants, and told us that one man who was representing Reykjavik was a top staff member for the mayor and also a member of the Icelandic heavy metal band Dr. Spock. (If you’re wondering how a person like that gets into politics, this is a great article.)

Ingi asked if we had tried the shark yet. We replied that we had not, but were willing to try it. Icelandic settlers did not have an easy life and survived on the bounty of the sea which they preserved with creative methods. One way they preserved shark was to gut it, bury it under heavy stones for a month or three to press out the liquid, then cut it into strips and dry it out for several more months. It’s called hákarl and Anthony Bourdain once described it as “the single worst, most disgusting and terrible tasting thing” he has ever eaten. Ingi handed us a chunk on a toothpick and poured us each a shot of Brennevin. We both managed to thoroughly chew and swallow it. My urge to gag was mild and easily suppressed, but Tony didn’t even flinch. The Brennevin shots cleared away the hákarl aftertaste.

By this time, we were starting to feel that finding a place to lay our heads for the evening was more urgent. We could easily drive back to Reykjavik and stay either in the same guesthouse or at the backpacker hostel next door. But we were tired and weren’t sure if we wanted to drive that far. The guesthouses in the area seemed expensive, so we logged in to Couchsurfing.com to see if we could find anyone who was both nearby and miraculously online at the same time as we were. We came across one registered couch in Grindavik that belonged to a married couple who had good reviews and who indicated they would be ok with last-minute requests. (Note: A good Couchsurfer makes requests at least a few days in advance. It’s better for everyone.)

Since Ingi seemed to know everyone, we showed him their picture and asked if he recognized them. “Oh yes, the woman’s daughter used to work here. Do you want me to call her and ask if you can stay?” We declined at first because we weren’t sure if that would be considered rude, or if the person would appreciate us circumventing the Couchsurfing messaging system. But when he offered again a few minutes later, we said yes. So he looked up the woman’s phone number, had a brief conversation with her, and told us we were all set. He gave us directions to her house which was just a few blocks away, and ten minutes later, we were knocking on the door of a stranger.

Eyrún opened the door with a big smile and said, “please, be welcome.” I was feeling really sheepish about our lack of planning and how we might be imposing on her, but again she repeated, “please, be welcome.” So we were. Eyrún has a big family, and a huge dining table to match, but her husband was out of town for work and only she and her daughter were home. She made us tea and we talked about the sheep she used to raise up north and the differences between the Icelandic and American education systems. She also helped us with some Icelandic pronunciations and told us about her trip to Boston a few years ago. It was such a pleasant evening. We finally went to bed around 11, and left in the morning before she woke up.

We were very grateful for the foresight of Ingi’s father to put flags outside of Kanturinn, for Ingi’s friendliness to weary travelers, and for Eyrún’s kind hospitality. It was a great day.

-A

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Accidental Geocache

Our third day in Iceland was a grey and blustery morning. We clambered around some sea cliffs (the same ones in our Reykjanestá video) and were very appreciative of our windproof rain jackets. Even though the location seemed to be remote, we noticed trash had washed ashore. Maybe it was the weather affecting my mood, but I felt disappointed, and maybe even personally responsible as a member of the human race, to see bits of plastic and shopping bags lodged between the rocks.

After we hiked up two of the promontories, we wandered back down and came across what we think were the old foundations for the lighthouse and related structures, which have since been relocated to the top of the next hill (see picture 4). Again, I saw some clear plastic and started to inwardly rage against what must have been litterbug hikers. But I looked closer and it turned out to be a geocache with some very American contents. We stamped our logo on a piece of scratch paper, noted the date we stumbled across the box, and threw in a US dollar for good measure.

-A

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That’s Where You Are: Music Night at Stanely House

Our time in Scotland was highlighted by a night of music with new friends at Stanely House in Paisley.

We wish we would have got some video of The Murmerers’ lovely harmonies, but luckily someone else did. Marie Collins‘s seventeen-year-old voice wowed us, and brothers Peter Quinn and Martin Quinn, who usually play with guitarist Gary Stuart as the band “Dad, You’re Drunk” put on a great show as well. Perhaps the most truly moving performance of the night was a tribute to fast food mogul Dave Thomas, courtesy of Josh From Texas.

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Búðir

Our favorite place in Iceland was Búðir. It’s on the southern edge of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula, which juts out from the central western coast. The name means “camp,” and reflects the limited extent that humans have altered the place. (That ð is called an eth and is pronounced “th”.)

From Snæfellsvegur, which translates to snow-mountain-road and sounds so much more adventurous than Highway 54, we could just barely see the dark speck of Búðakirkja. The little black chapel with bright white windows is set just back from where the Búðahraun lava field merges with the sand beach. We hadn’t passed a car on the road in the last 30 miles and we felt like the only people in the world while wandering between the jagged lava and grassy mounds of sand.

Sadly, we were running out of daylight and still had several hours of driving between there and our bed, so we only stayed an hour and didn’t stray far from the beach. I can hardly bear to read the descriptions others have written about the long winding trails through the lava fields. But that hour was absolute bliss.

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