Ok, sorry for the topic it is a paraphrase on a Swedish song and it fits into this post with some imagination.
Today was something of a let down: I got up early to go with a bus service to Myvattne but that service did not exist. Then I walked around the town and did some of the recommended sites such as the botanical garden. Which this time of year should be closed but is open so that you might take in the fantastic vista of a hundred dead plants at the same time. Kind of depressing.
In Reykjavik a person in the tourist information actually recommended me to have an ice-cream at a place called Brynja. She even wrote down the name on one of the information brochures that she handed me. It was the only thing she cared enough about to write down for me as far as I can remember. Let us just stop here and put this into context:
This would be the same as you visiting Stockholm and someone there writes you a note saying: you should definitely go have a cocos-boll at Orvar's in Göteborg, or landing being on the east coast of the USofA getting a recommendation for a Taco wagon in LA.
It kind of ramps up the expectations, right?
Even more so since the idea of eating ice-cream when it is about 4 degrees Celsius outside seems about as smart as licking a light pole.
So I got myself over to Brynja and reluctantly ordered a ice-cream from a equally reluctant sales-representative. To save me I got hot caramel sauce on the ice-cream.
Now I rate it as a pretty standard ice-cream. But with this build up and in this weather this can not be read as anything else than a fail.
Not amused.
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