What can you expect, huh? We’re out on an island all by ourselves, and subject to the weather. It has been warm, so I packed my Icelandic sweater away, but this morning, I brought it out again. It’s cold. It’s windy. But I forged ahead like a brave Icelandic bird, and hobbled to the bus station – the right one – and went to town.
It’s not easy walking in strong winds when your hair is twisting around on your head and you cannot pat it down, because the winds are coming from all directions.
Then it was a return trip back to the hostel by bus. I don’t get lost anymore.
In town the other day I took a photo that is shown here of the “Bad Taste Record Store”. I didn’t want anyone seeing me go inside or they might think I have bad taste in music.
It reminded me of the “Careless Hair Salon” in Den Haag, Holland. Would you want some Careless hair stylist to create a ‘do’ for you? Perhaps they could make some money in Iceland taming windy hair woes.