OK, so I haven't said what the protests were about. Well, here we go. The Icelandic government that were at the centre of the economic crisis have refused culpability for the disaster that has left many people out of work and destroyed peoples savings. In the UK ministers would have been fired or even resigned should such a thing occurred. Here in Iceland it is not so, no one has accepted blame or been made an example of. The main reason for this is, because Iceland is such a small country everyone knows each other and everything is interconnected. The Ministers are related to the bankers and so no one wants to fire each others relatives. It is totally corrupt and the public are just coming round to the idea that demonstration is a good way to show the anger they feel.
In my news, we had a site outing to go bowling on Friday, organised by Lilja and Margret. My first time bowling and I don't really have a clear memory of it, but I guess I won. Afterwards I kept Mark up til two in the morning drinking and talking shit. The poor fucker had to get up at four for his plane...
I spent Saturday in town watching more demonstrations until the evening where I watched three DVDs, Elephant, The Wickerman and Twelve Monkeys. I went out with Angelos and did a pub crawl, so Sunday was spent recovering from that until Roz and Duncan came back from the UK. It was Roz´s birthday so we all went out for a meal at the Geyser Bistro, which was very nice indeed.
I am still computer-less so I have to write this at work which means the posts will be a bit shorter.
Monday, 26 January 2009
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Sleep is for lesser men. I catnapped on the coach back the the train, on the plane, then on the train from Heathrow into London. What I was more surprised about is that I was sober and didn't get a bloody migraine.
We dumped our bags at the British Museum, lunched at Wok Mania, ligged in a Starbuck's, then bought some sushi from Wasabi for the train back. We then had a jaunt around the British Museum before collecting our bags. A good time was had by all.
The first thing we saw upon stepping off the train at Rovrum station was a fat woman...
Actually, I think I did you and Sarah a real disservice on this blog because of the madness happening in Reykjavik. I shall try to rectify this situation with a new post describing the week with both. Maybe tomorrow, maybe over the weekend.
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