Anne-Marie with her normal awesome forethought had pre-booked a tour with Chef Tyffi months and months ago. He picked us up along with an American couple living in Abu Dhabi and another lady from Port Melbourne of all places. He drove us around Reykjavik showing us some of the touristy and quirky places while collecting ingredients for dinner. With an excellent sense of humour and entertaining local knowledge (did you know Icelandic youth have a phone app that tells you how closely you are related to a prospective date) he invited us back to his house where he cooked us up an Icelandic feast.
Anne-Marie had been adamant she would not try any whale meat. However when the whale blubber was prepared, placed in front of her as one of the delicious appetisers and all the guests were tasting it she folded like a house of cards, much to Reuben's delight. Other specialities included dung smoked trout, Lambs brain in jelly and cod tongue. It was glorious - Reuben.
Riding the bike with a bike.
Killing the grass with hot soapy water.
Meeting the locals.
A big grassy artwork with drying fish on top.
A foot warming pool permanently heated from the geothermal ground water.
One of the delicacies we didn't get to try.
Apparently there'd been a vet strike and horse was off the menu for a while.
Chef Tyffi's tasty starters.
Chef Tyffi in his kitchen.
Black Death, Originally the only liquor available after the end of prohibition in Iceland.
The prime minister's house.
Anne-Marie struggles to keep warm in the 8 degrees while Icelandic children bathe at the beach.
White sand specially imported from pacific islands.
(to give Anne-Marie some credit, the sea is warmed here with geothermal water)
Eat that blubber baby.
Eat it, eat it!