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).