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| Oh, and by terrorist I mean myself... Al-Qaida, the Taliban and Iceland share the honour of being the subject of a special anti-terrorist law used by the British government... I like this site: http://www.indefence.is/index.php | | |
| As I woke up this afternoon (I was working late) the first headline on the news site which is my startpage for my browser read "The Polar bear has been killed." This of course interested me, since the way it was put sort of suggested one should know which Polar bear was being referred to, as I opened the story, I found that in the North-Western part of Iceland (actually not far from bear-cub lake) a polar bear had been seen promenading in the hillside, drinking in the beautiful sunshine.
Since he didn't announce his arrival people were not quite ready for him, so there weren't really any planned ways of tackling the situation. The police didn't close the nearby roads (well, highway one which was just there would probably have been enough) so there were a lot of onlookers. Unfortunately some mist rolled in, making it more difficult to keep an eye on the bear, when he got tired of being followed by policemen and tried running down a hill he had shared with them for some time, unfortunately running towards the onlookers, they shot him.
I believe that is actually what always happens when Polar bears come drifting along with icebergs from Greenland, they usually get killed. Don't get me wrong, these are not friendly animals, they are seriously very efficient killers which one should never take any chances with, so the police were right to kill it as it began to run towards the crowd of onlookers. It's just sad that very few and simple pre-planned actions could have enabled us to capture it alive, but then maybe it would have wound up in some park which is not very nice anyway.
So, Polar bear in Iceland, this actually happens a few times every century, some really cold winters, like in 1918, they actually come by the tens.
Here's a link to the story, with some pictures. And here is a video, the person being interviewed is a farmer that was amon the first who saw the bear, she basically describes the bear as not being very threatening at all.
I must confess, although I can understand that when unforseen circumstances arise peoples reactions are not perfect, I do find it a bit over hyped to have five armed men follow a single bear, two would have been more than enough. One gets the feeling that some people were all jiggly over the prospect of killing a polar bear without paying for a plane ticket.
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| Í gær var Tómas nokkur Ibsen steggjaður, nema hvað, eftir miklar pyntingar og annan undirbúning fyrir hjónaband, var góðu dagsverki fagnað á veitingastaðnum Indian Mango á Frakkastíg.
Indian Mango er í eigu Georgs frá Góa héraði sem eldar snilldar mat og hefur unnir á mörgum hágæða veitingahúsum, það var rosalega gaman að loksins fara þangað þar sem maður hefur heyrt vel af staðnum látið auk þess sem ég kynntist Georg fyrir löngu í gengum kirkjuna. Þetta var eiginlega eins og að fara í heimsókn.
Nema hvað, maturinn á Indian Mango er mjög góður, mjög "ekta" og alls ekki dýr.
Ef þú ætlar út að borða hvet ég þig eindregið til að prófa þennan stað, og ef þú ætlar á "háanna" degi, endilega panta borð, eða reyna að fara í miðri viku, því þarna er ekki ósjaldan troðið.
Einu vonbrigðin voru þau að ekki var til svartfugl að hætti hússins, eitthvað brugðust byrgjarnir með það, ég tók þá ákvörðun að á næsta ári skyldi ég koma mér á veiða og veiða vel, bjóða Indian Mango svo upp á aflann og fá að smakka þeirra útgáfu á svartfugli að launum. Miðað við aðra rétti staðarins ætti það að vera snilld.
For the english speaking...
Went out to eat last night, to a very nice restaurant called Indian Mango, I recommend it to all, except since most of you don't live even close to Iceland it probably makes no difference how much I recommend it! But if you ever do visit, make sure to stop there!
They have a website
www.indianmango.is
Þið íslensku mættuð líka kíkja á síðuna þeirra
www.indianmango.is
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| I am just so blessed.
These days we are entering a season in Iceland which to me is significant as somehow a season of blessing and of enjoying the fruit of the land, when food in our natural surroundings is plentiful and relatively easy to access, namely, the egg season.
Since Iceland is an island many of our birds are sea-birds, naturally, and a large proportion of them we call collectively "black (sea) birds", since most of them are largely black. This time of year they lay their eggs and humans go and pick them, the eggs are most often laid in nests prepared on the face of a sheer cliff, to make them hard to access of course, people go down the face of the cliff with a rope and pick the eggs (ok, so maybe they are not so easy acquire, except of course for those who buy them.). These are delicious and powerpacked eggs of varying sizes, colours and flavours.
These I boiled this morning, half of them I ate.. one of each sort
Here's a closer look.
Another blessing, which is not seasonal I must say, is that this month I was able to buy myself the kind of shotgun I've wanted for years, a great value and quality double barreled shotgun
I tried it out last week and it was far from disappointing. It's an Italian Bettinsoli, the lighter kind, deluxe version, and it is a perfect fit. So, these are days of blessing and prosperity...
God is good, in every area of our lives.
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| Long time no write...
Things are going well on the island of ice, fire and naked tourists. The church side of life is going well, I'm adjusting well at the new workplace (same company, different location) and summer is coming.
Yesterday my dad and I went clay-pigeon shooting, this very nice veteran of the trade was there to give us some tips. Very helpful, my dad took these pictures.
I of course wore my most gentlemanly trousers....
This is probably a miss... but it is nice that he caught the shot leaving the barrel.
That's it for now...
Helgi
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