Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Husavik harbor at midnight

We saw hanging racks of dried fish out in the lava fields - mostly just fish heads and skeletons rather than whole fish, but there were actually very few racks left, as compared with the hundreds G remembers as a child in Hafnarfjordur. The air around the harbor is redolent with the rich smell of fish pouring out of the fish processing plant.


tsduff said...

Okay, what's the deal here - nobody likes fish?

Lindsey said...

I hate fish. BUT that's a quaint little village. Would make a beautiful postcard.

Minka said...

tried that fish? delicious!
And soooooooo expensive!

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