Reykjavik Iceland

Iceland is a very strange, and yet very fun place. It is an expensive place. Expensive enough to second guess buying/eating/or doing anything, but afterwards it is usually worth it. Reykjavik is a city that opens really late and closes really late. 65% of all Icelanders live in this city of 170,000 and nothing here opens until 11 in the morning. I found a salvation army guest house to live in for 3000 ISK a night (about 22 dollars). It is in a good location near a bus stop and in the heart of the city. The rooms are 4 to a room in bunk beds that you sleep with a sleeping bag in.
By being near the bus stop and aimlessly riding the bus around, I have figured most of the city out. It wasn't very hard since it really isn't that big. Figuring out the city is like finding the landmarks and just remembering where they are. Street signs are not a big help because they are in Icelandic which looks like a bunch of k's and j's that don't ever seem to form any sort of word. By aimlessly riding the bus I found the ossur plant that I came here for. It looks like some sort of company from the future, and surprisingly is run mostly by women. Very good looking tall blond women. Ill write separately on the ossur plant sometime soon because it was interesting enough to publish a novel about.
I think that the reason for all the beautiful women here is the lagoons that everybody spends the days at. All year round the Reykjavik city beach is open where people lay around in the geothermal hot tub style salt water and put this silly mud on their face to improve their skin. They say that is why they have the highest percent of miss world winners per capita in the world.
Up until the 1940s the people here were so poor that they lived mostly in mud and moss huts. After the war, they took the US base and slowly built themselves into the very hedonistic Iceland that sits alone in the north today. I have never said thank god for a recession, but the current economic state Iceland is in has made it a possibility for me to have fun here. Still very expensive, but within budget. If the economy continues to collapse, they might go back to eating the traditional Icelandic dishes. I went to a restaurant famous for serving their national dishes which include, seared lamb face, puffin, pickled ram testicles, and putrefied shark. I ate a lambs face today, the eyeball, gums and tongue weren't bad, but the skin was just chewy and disgusting.
I have learned a lot about prosthetics here, and will write again later. Enjoy your summers, and I will call home probably tonight.