Herra Héri

Up:u.p. Sep 29, 2006

Well, although I have already started the Iceland coverage with the last post, I am pretty confident that it is not too late for the exclusice, brain-washing Trailer of the Iceland 2006 Journey. It is crank. If you know what’s good for you, you better watch it!

Additionally, I created this hot Synesthesia-button to click on in the beautiful sidebar. The fact that Ball Point Pen’s homepage (where this musical piece of art is sleeping the whole day) does not seem to be working in the moment, doesn’t depress me too much. Just click on the button from time to time. I’m pretty confident the BPP-homepage will soon work again (will it, Andy?!) and you can download the song as often as you want to! Enjoy!

Let’s do it! Sep 24, 2006

Hello, dear people!

Right now, I am in the mood to just start some babbling about this whole Iceland stuff. And as I’ve become a very spontaneous person, that is exactly the thing I am going to do.

Saturday, July, 29th – Day 1

The backpack – A drama in one act.

Persons:

• Pissed traveller #1 a.k.a. Y
• Pissed traveller #2 a.k.a. M
• Indifferent airport staff

and, in a fulminant hallucination underpart:

• The lost backpack

ACT 1, Scene 1

On the plane. The approach to Iceland is in progress.

M(euphoric). Man, these six weeks are going to be so cool, dude!

Y. Indeed.

M(still more euphoric). Let’s get really drunk tonight!

Y. OK.

The plane touchs down and some busy people start unloading the baggage.

M. Oh, great, I see our luggage!

Y. Fine!

M. I’d say we go in, buy some alcohol and then let’s roll!

Y. Já.

ACT 1, Scene 2

Inside the airport. The process of buying beer is completed. The two travellers come to the assembly line to pick up their baggage. M finds his stuff, but Y’s luggage isn’t on the line.

Y. What the hill?

M. Well, it’ll surely appear soon. Let’s wait a few seconds.

They wait. The backpack doesn’t appear.

Y(angrily). Ca suffit! Let’s go and ask these airport slaves what’s going on.

They do so.

Y(polite). Hey, I just arrived from Hahn, and my luggage isn’t on the l….

INDIFFERENT AIRPORT STAFF (screaming). YES, OK, WE LOST IT! DAMNIT! ONCE AGAIN! BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS: I DON’T CARE! JUST GO OUT AND DIE IN THE FUCKING HIGHLANDS, YOU BLOODY TOURIST!

Y. Ha…

INDIFFERENT AIRPORT STAFF(calming down): Stop crying, man! What did you expect? We are IcelandExpress! But hey, why don’t you call our expensive hotlines several times in the next days? They can lie much better than me! They are used to pretend to do something for you! But I can tell you one thing, you strange person! We will NEVER search for your luggage and you won’t see one penny from us! HA!

Y. But…

INDIFFERENT AIRPORT STAFF(shouting): Go away!

ACT 1, Scene 3

Inside the airport, in the entrance hall.

M. Well, she couldn’t really help us, eh?

Y. Nah..I’m really pissed, man.

M. Yeah, me too. I guess the only thing we can do is go to Reykjavík and get seriously drunk. How ’bout that?

Y. Allright then, let’s do it.

ACT 1, Scene 4

Act 1, Scene 5

It’s 2:00 am, Y and M sit on a bench on Laugavegur. M has stared on the ground for several hours, he fixed on one shabby slip of paper lyingin front of him. He finally picks it up and observes it.

M. Hey, take a look at this shit! It’s a postcard from your backpack! He’s in France!

Y. No way, dude!

He takes the postcard.

Y. (reading): Hello, Master Y. I am sorry, but I have to tell you that I am in Arcachon right now, that’s at the south-western French coast, just in case you cared. It’s really warm here and I am almost dry. There are some hot daypack-chicks down here. I believe it’s much better than in Iceland. Actually, who wants to go to Iceland? Well, nevertheless, I wish you a pleasant holiday, HA HA HA! Cheerio, Jack Wolfskin.

M. Ha! Look, there is also a picture of him on the beach with some small, stylish backpacks in his arms. He looks pretty cool with his sunglasses.

Y. Yeah…..

M. Will you answer him?

Y. Well, I guess I won’t.

FIN.

Shuck that corn Sep 18, 2006

Hoe.

For your amsuement. The arousing photo story of a man who is really, really hungry. Sad but true.

Location: Karl og Kerling (these queer rocks in the background)/ Vesturdalur (Jökulsárgljúfur National Parc)

Date: 8/24/2006

Fleece sponsored by: Herra Héri

Summer Sleep Sep 13, 2006

Góðan daginn, people!

It’s been a couple of days since we returned from our monumental trip. Well, as we had decided not to sleep during the six travel weeks, we were considerably exhausted back home (Home? The first thing I associate to “home” is a greenish, rather ugly tent in “Raupe Nimmersatt”-look.) Therefore, I thought that a little four-day sleeping marathon would be just the right thing to do. And indeed, it was.

Back in business – almost.

I can imagine you’re all bursting with pleasant anticipation – picture artwork, the Icelandic spirit banned right on celluloid, herrarious stories, good english sentences, tickling wordplays. Consumption!

But you know, things have to settle a little; my inner storyteller primarily has to learn how to handle the huge amount of impressions, experiences, silences and nature to thereupon bake some of the most delicious pastry you’ve ever degustated. It will be even more delicious than some oven-fresh Hringur from Bónus.

Totally mad stuff awaits you:

• How to survive one week in Iceland with nothing but shorts and a teethbrush?
• Snow on August, 7th
• Chatting with plastered Icelanders
• Chatting with Elves
• Thinking about a scientific explanation for 10 days sunshine in a row
• Northern lights and cold feet
• Iceland vs. Italia Euro Qualifiers (U21)
• Vinbuð fun
• Hangover after one mouthful of Jägermeister and one light beer
• About the chances to get picked up on a lonesome road when you’re two stinking guys with huge backpacks
• Dead Birds and hot pots
• The “Snickers”-Diet (quite effective!)

This and some more bags filled with totally wicked stuff will follow on this very site…So be curious!Thitherto, let me additionally water your mouth with some well-assorted pictures.

Sunset – Herra tagging in Landmannalaugar – Conquering ghost houses

Bus driving – Maltextrakt og appelsin – Hitch-Hiking

Outdoor Camping – Serious Drinking

Spontaneous Sleeping – Gufubaðið Laugarvatni – Car renting

Unearthly encounters – glacier mocking

So much for now. These pictures work particularly with the official Herra Héri-Song “Synesthesia”, which I advise you to download right now!

Synesthesia – The official Herra Héri Iceland Tour 2006-Soundtrack – Check it out! Fucking amazing!

So long, I feel kind of…tired………

Bless!