Visiting a fishing village in the Arctic Circle
I stayed at Thorshovn, a fishing village of 500 people, in the Arctic Circle, and played reporter. I interviewed the mayor, police chief, fishermen, fishing inspectors, roads administrator, neighbors, post office employees, pharmacy manager, manager of the swimming pool and sports hall, the new headmistress, two restaurant owners, a retired commercial pilot, a movie actress and director, and many other good people in the town.
Even I got interviewed for National Icelandic Television when I was spotted walking in the town. People began to notice the white-haired stranger, the lady who walks in town taking photos and asking questions.
I sat knee-to-knee with the townsfolk’s derriere’s in the local hot pot, and was invited to join the town for lunch. I was fortunate to meet a former airline pilot, and, visited him on another day at his ranch. His daughter, son-in-law, and two grand children were visiting, as well. The daughter was introduced as Margaret Vihjalmsdottir, who was in the movie, “Falcons” with Keith Carradine.
The biggest moment of the day, aside from meeting the nice folks in town, is the chance meeting with a group of folks riding Icelandic horses. One guy stopped and asked me if I want a photo. He got his horse and another one turned around for the photo, and spent some time chatting with me.
One way to travel on a dime is evident from the deal I made with Siggi, the hotel owner. I paid part of the rent and helped out a bit for the rest of what it would have cost to stay for five weeks. One of those jobs was to force a birth control pill down the throat of the cat, Smokey, once a week.
“If you forget the pill, I may end up sending you a box of kittens,” warned Siggi.
One day, Siggi told me that I have screw loose, and I accepted that kidding, but this time it really was a screw loose on the French coffee glass coffee maker. Fixing that coffeemaker may be tiny and insignificant, but my future in the house with coffee, depended on that little screw that came loose, and then I had lost it.
I tramped through the snow down to the grocery store and showed the manager what was needed. The manager found the words to tell me where a car repair shop was located, and where I could possibly get some help.
The coffee apparatus worked and life was good again!
One afternoon, I “hot-potted” it and met a man with his two-year-old, adorable son, adorable until he became jealous of the conversation between his dad and myself. He started to throw swim fins and other water toys at my head. His dad tried to divert him, as you would get a dog to go fetch. He would throw something far away, and the little guy would go to get it and he’d throw it back at me. He is finally was subdued a bit when another fisherman got into the hot pot to play with the little tyke.
After a five weeks in Thorshovn, I had a last walk to The Shop, the owner gave me a hug and said it was a pleasure having me in town and in her store.
I made long-term friendships in this little village.