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| The bench, and Leif Eriksson's.. hotel. |
Yeah... By now I was Iceland-numb already. It was like drifting from snowy plain to snowy beach to yet another snowy city. But didn't mean I didn't enjoy every single moment of it. My laziness (in not reading up and practising the pronunciation of the Icelandic names) meant that I wasn't truly prepared for what was to come.
"OK, this morning let's go and see that Hallsgrimkirkja Church further up," said Adrian. Yes that was a good idea. Let's see how it looked in the morning. And also to explore the inside of the church, something which we couldn't do last night.
