fm belfast and shiny happy people

kaffibarinn

*shiny happy people

time flies

another weekend over. time to reflect about the last weeks a bit. been quite busy, there was a lot going on. been to a concert of pascal pinon and útidúr on friday. in neskirkja (a church). when we got there an icelandic choir was singing and we thought we were kinda wrong here. but no, the choir was kind of a support band, quite impressive. saw fm belfast yesterday, for free, at kaffibarinn. always great to see them live. so much fun. so much dancing and sweating and celebating life!
me, genius, managed to lose my jacket for the second time at bakkus. iceland is the last place where you would get a job in a wardrobe. but people don't steal. at least I got my jacket when I went there the next day again. nice icelanders. apart from a lot of dancing and drinking in my favorite reykjavík-triangle kaffibarinn-bakkus-faktorý I've been busy with applying for the Listaháskóli Íslands (Arts Academy). myndlist (fine arts). I decided to try my luck only one week before I had to hand in a portfolio with 30 works of mine. so I spent the whole week drawing, sketching, stitching, setting up a photography project. and I felt so alive. It went fine according to the little time I had and considering that I didn't have any of my "old stuff" with me. So, 30 works, done, handed in. we'll see what happens next. exciting.
it's almost the end of march, that also means mottu mars (moustache march) is almost over. what a shame. so many handsome moustache-wearing guys all around the town during this month. mottu mars is so-to-say a movement that should raise awareness for testical cancer. money is being raised for the Icelandic Cancer Society. it's amazing to see how many guys of all ages participate in that. suddenly moustaches where everywhere! brown, blonde or bright red... such a great thing! I wonder if a thing like this could also spread in vienna, I guess not. austrian guys can't grow proper beards (no offence) in comparison to icelanders. oh how I'm gonna miss beards when I come back home. today I recognized that I'm gonna leave this island in exactely two months. not nice to think of that. not at all.
it's half past 7 and still light outside, like really light. so nice. days are getting longer and longer. yesterday it was even quite warm! I left the house without a jacket (ok, also because I lost my jacket at bakkus the night before), hangover meeting with rebecca at Ingólfstorg. windy kind-of-spring day. hope it stays like this from now on.

Northern Wave - Stuttmyndahátið í Grundarfirði

so, Miss Anschi and Miss Isabella made it to iceland. I was really really happy and even more when I got this as a present:

ottakringer goes iceland. nice! and furthermore they brought wine, vodka and gin, what more can you wish for? anyway what I will actually write about is the short film festival Northern Wave in the lovely village of Grundarfjörður which is situated in the middle of nowhere on the Snæfellsnes peninsula. A great excuse to turn our backs on reykjavík for a weekend. we rented a sadcar, how suitable, and drove through heavy rain to Grundarfjörður. peeing pauses/smoking pauses to enjoy the beauty of the landscape were necessary.

international shortfilms (featuring christoph rainers foal - what a nice coincidence to see an austrian shortfilm on an icelandic filmfestival)  and icelandic musicvideos (I can really recommend to watch Skeletons having sex on a Tin roof by Orphic Oxtra, I promise you a good laugh). the afterparty was at kaffi 59 - seems to be the only bar and also a café and restaurant at the same time. but the music. finest! due to heavy rain outside and all of us arriving there soaking wet it took us some time and brennivín to recover. it ended with a lot of dancing, with music that reminded me of going out in vienna and with vodka and a tuna sandwich as "kind of an afterparty". 


Grundarfjörður

katze auf der fensterbank

closed on saturdays!

saturday morning, trying to get over an hangover by drinking hámark proteindrink. well... I should stick to trópi

someone amongst us (not to mention any names) developed a serious grape-addiction.

night traffic

so, blue skies on saturday, we skipped the festival and hit the road

 

power drink, se best

 Stýkkishólmur


first stop Stýkkishólmur. rolling around in the grass, enjoying a beautiful view on Breiðafjörður and doing expression dance in front of a lighthouse. we've all been deeply affected by the fact that the local café (the only one we found) was closed...

picturesque village

 fin fin fin!

Malarrif

back in Grundarfjörður, missed the fish soup contest, sitting tired at kaffi 59, country dance night on the programme.

almost sleeping, my motivation for country dance was due to having caught a cold and a lack of alcohol definitely non existent

after checking out of our hostel on sunday we went to see icelandic short films. oh. my. there were fantastic ones amongst them. and with coffee rotating in our blood we took a last walk to the seashore in grundarfjörður and were fit for the journey home. and I promise, I never ever again skip the tunnel at hvalfjörður... we drove a more-than-an-hour route along the fjord with a blinking tank symbol and me getting slightly nervous due to that and the driving conditions (ice ice baby).