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Fragments of a thousand thoughts september 14, 2009

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Salut!

Time goes by quite quickly, and stuff just keeps happening. High time to find some rest, sort the multi-coloured fragments, pick out the sparkling ones and somehow knit a nice little story out of them. But be careful: Long text. Pictures below!

Certain things go along with my stay here and sweeten my time. Filtered coffee. Sulphur. Lamb, oh yeah. And wet clothes, of course. On Laugavegur I had plenty of them, and they’ve been with me also on the one-week field-trip throughout southern Iceland. We were around 50 Earth Science students from all over the ea..no, in fact half of us are German. Despite some refreshing exceptions, like people from New Zealand, Chile, Australia, Norway and Finland, it was one big German-speaker meeting. I was hoping for something different. Nevertheless, there are a bunch of nice people amongst them, and also a bunch of nice English accents. The first one to mention is without a doubt the accent of Ármann, our leading teacher. He is a cigarillo-smoking original, living the accent many of us would die to have. In his worrrld, a valley becomes a volley, volcanic ash is in fact volcanic ass and the tertiary is a real tortury.

During the first day of the field trip, the two teachers tried to keep up the illusion that we were o na „geological“ field trip. On the second day then, things changed: we did a little boat tour on a glacial lake to take some photos and taste some glacial ice. On day three we watched a movie about the Laki Eruption 1783 which made us pretty clear that we will all die soon, killed by either volcanic ass, lava flows, toxic gases or by hunger (all our cattle will be dead and uneatable because of the toxic gases). If it won’t happen today, it will most propably be tomorrow. Inspired by this scientific movie, we drove three hours to Laki and took a group foto there. After that, we watched another craterthen our teachers became coffee-thirrrsty and we drove back. But the touristic climax was reached just on the last day. On our way to the Geysir Tourist Shop, which was the day’s highlight, we did several photo stops and checked out the regions cafeterias. But I won’t complain. We saw Southern Iceland, had a good time in the hot pots in Landmannalaugar, plus an excellent lamb barbecue. Given this, yelling for more geological facts is maybe a bit bizarre.

The day after the excursion, the „real“ classes started. Which means first of all a week of partying with the all in all 300 exchange students. The beer was cheaper than in Germany; once more, the advantages of the financial crisis became crystal clear.

Another thing which accompanies my daily life here are the bells of Hallgrimskirkja, the biggest church in Reykjavík. My bed is located say 100m away from these bells. They ring every quarter hour for ca. 5 minutes, which makes an alarm clock practically unnecessary. Well, at least I can watch the church while showering! My room not only features a big alarm clock, but also two beds and a way to small door, which my head will probably know very well after the year here. Our Landady is pretty cool, so are my flatmates. 6 girls and one guy, all the girls – you may guess – German; the guy is a Norvegian. All in all, Lokastigur 24a seems to be a good place to stay, nevermind bells, doors and a Speedy Gonzalez-Internet-Connection which makes me long for the good old 56k-times.

I got used to two more things last week: Brennevín and exotic food. These were important factors during my 5-day-stay in Greenland. I was there with a New Zealandic girl who had to leave Iceland for a couple of days due to visa reasons no one quite understood, and a guy from Switzerland. We had a really splendid time, including camping, amazing geology, landscapes, icebergs, schnapps, an international airport in a 128-souls-town, „greenlandic“ beer named Namminersornermi Nalliutorsiorneq (made out of and brewed by seals) to fuck up the stupid tourists hanging out there with too much money, a cop living la vida loca in the same international airport (I guess he has a really hard job there) and, of course: whale and seal blubber, which is, in fact, the fat of these fancy animals cut into cubes. Sounds disgusting? It is. But it can get worse: Dried whale is really a manifested nightmare, sticking between your teeth. I felt that this poor whale was bleeding to death once again in my mouth, and I had to suffer with it. Won’t do it again. Next time: Icelandic Horse!

(The last 5 pics ar from Landmannalaugar and Tourigeysir, the fucking amazing rest is Greenland.)

Auglýsingar

Sleep on tide ágúst 18, 2009

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Iceland.
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Yes, hello my friends!

It’s summer in Germany, but in Iceland, the leaves of the „trees“ are turning brown. The nights get longer. The rain pours down in a snowy way. Soon, the first ice bears will come back on some icebergs, returning from their summer sleep in Greenland. The sharks stop fermenting. The schnapps gets harder. Coffee stronger. Kronur weaker. World Trade Center boom.

Well, all in all, summer is most probably over in Iceland. Perfect moment for me to head to Reykjavík to get the best out of the Icelandic wintertime! At the University, okay, but who cares, rock n roll, botninn up! If you care about my progress in studying geology or my adventures in grài katurinn, this is the right place to check by from time to time! I will write, oh yes.

Cya!

The Skógar Depression október 26, 2006

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or:
Iceland Express Raises The National Income August 3rd and 4th Day 6 (and 7)

Skógar would be really nice if you spent the days before you arrive there with walking and shitting into nature, but if you miss your luggage, don`t have any kind of warm clothes that would probably prevent you from freezing and getting wet, and arriving there by bus, Skógar is pretty damn much related to hell. The depressive, wet and dark kind of hell…with a waterfall anyhow.

If there was no waterfall, Skogar „probably“ wouldn`t even exist.
Even though the hike along the river was nice and that the sleeping bag accommodation was really cheap (in both meanings) , Skógar turned out to be the „mood-goes-below-zero“ point of our trip.
Especially my mood, but I can tell you Mad Martin wasn`t singing and dancing as well.

After a great night on a shabby mattress in a Gym, I called at the Airport, they gave me the number of the Iceland Express Office („No, I can`t help you, call Iceland Express“), I called there, and after waiting 10 minutes in the queue they wanted to send me back to the Airport. So I started to get pissed and told the girl on the phone that she can fuck off and burn in hell if she terminates the phonecall like that.

Surprisingly she couldn`t help me. She only told me that I could have 100$, if I were in Reykjavik. And, yes, the last time we were there it has been possible to get this 100$, but when we were there she lied that this would be only possible after 5 days!
I don`t really know if the people at IE on the phone really work in this office… maybe they only love to chat with pissed of customers and after the phonecall they giggle a lot and bake another cake.

So, after a little bit of walking-useless-through-the-rain-and -getting-really-wet –fun, we finally drove back to Reykjavik, got into the IE Office and punched this phonecall-bitch until she cried like a little girl… well maybe it was more the last whistling of her lounge than crying.

No! Wait! Sadly this only happend in my mind while we paid about 600Euros for new Equipment and clothes.

As a compensation for all this shit that happend to us, all people that we met at this evening in Reykjavik were really nice and understanding for our situation. The guy in the Outdoorshop for example gave us more than 20% discount after I told him about this whole luggage stuff.
„Don`t hate Iceland, hate Iceland Express!“, he called after us when we left the shop to sleep for the first time in Iceland in a tent.

Ford Ahoi! október 20, 2006

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Hey hey folks!

Wednesday, August 2nd – Day 5

On Tuesday evening, we had enough of sitting in Reykjavík (doing more or less nothing, except paving our way with a great amount of stickers). We decided to go to Þorsmörk, located about 150 km southeast from Reykjavík. The bus ride was really fucking great. We spent about quarter an hour crossing a huge glacial river. I was pleased as a Punch. From time to time, the bus hit some really deep spots in the river and we seemed to sink right down into hell. Fucking awesome! Driving through a glacial river right in the middle of nowhere – and all this stuff with a public scheduled bus – fancy that!Our rideYEEEEAH!

When we arrived in Þorsmörk, an unbelieveable landscape waited for us. Snow-covered mountains a huge valley, glaciers, andin the background the dark rocks at the doorway to the mystic highlands. Well, and a colony of small houses looking more like a concentration camp than holiday cottages. BUT there was an almost natural hot pot situated in the middle of this almost unspoiled nature – quel plaisir!

ViewMordorrrView2

The next day, we did our first hike, through elve’s valleys, some cold, cold rivers (oooooh baby!), unconquerable mountains, wild straberry fields and stuff like that. Fresh. The landscape….BAM!!

Mr.FogInto the ford!Caspar David?

Exhausted but well-balanced we came back to our hut – just to see an unbelievably awful travel group (Germans) move in and destroy the hope to survive this night.

„Rrrrosie, brringst mir au meine Sondolen mit!“

It was horrible. They cooked some weird stuff. They babbled complete bullshit. They were talkative and „humorous“. One of them asked us if we were shocked of their appearence. Yes, we were, you old witch! At least we got something to eat. Didn’t make it more bearable. I had to spend I quite long time in the hot pot to chill out a little, a fancy maltextrakt in my trembling hands.

Of course at least every other of this unholy group snored. Chrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Chr.

Sitting, waiting, wishing október 14, 2006

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Well, process of chill-out completed – let`s continue with the show

Monday/Tuesday, July 31st/August 1st – day 3/4

We were really missing Y’s backpack. IcelandExpress sucks. Trying to take the piss out of us. But hey, what can one do but laugh (well, we didn’t). Reykjavík is nice, but we felt that it would be quite cool to see some other parts of the country, too.

Anyway, we spent a nice evening with a 16-year old Spanish guy and, later on, some plastered 40-year old Icelandic women who kept walking with and talking to us in Icelandic. Well. We told her that we were both named „Herra Héri“ – she wouldn’t believe us. And when she noticed that we didn’t possess a car to drive her home, she was really pissed. So she decided to leave us and stumbled home.

Bored? Well, it’s getting better. Just wanted to share our agony with you.

The ravens on the lead október 6, 2006

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So.

Sunday, July 30th – Day 2

If you want to allure a great bunch of Icelanders to one place, you need to offer something really special. For Icelanders, this could be cheap booze, large trees, huge amounts of coffee AND, the most important thing – something for free. These must have been the considerations of Sigur Rós, the best-known Icelandic band in these times, when they announced several concerts all around their home-country, all of them gratuit. The first of them should take place in Reykjavík on this very day. Lucky us. We heard that Sigur Rós wanted to shoot some dvd-material at the concert. That made sense in several ways: Firstly, they could be sure that a passable crowd would gather in the heart of Reykjavík nearby the Art Museum (considering that the concert was for free). Furthermore: There is no other explanation for two huge box-towers (held be cranes on both sides of the stage) and a video-crane than taking some serious footage. And last but not least: A helicopter. Sick.

The crane
As expected, many people centered on the meadow in front of the stage. However, they didn’t seem to prepare for a veritable concert but rather for some cosy little family parties – including dog, bicycle and baby. I think I saw some funny balloons, too. The hardcore-fan-community assembled right in front of the stage, the rest of the area was a nice folk festival.

F CK – All I need is U

The support act Amiina delivered the perfect múm-ish music for this ambiente. The first minutes of their music I thought the elves had finally started talking to me, then I stood up and realized that it was just these four girls making music. Nice.

The crowd
Our plans to get rich by spontaneously opening a beer booth where interrupted by the accurat start of the Sigur Rós – gig. The people in the area nearest to the stage stood up – not more, not less.

Sigur Rós 1

It was a good concert. The weather was nice. No dog did bite me. The frontman played his guitar with a violin bow and launched out some really high sounds. He looked a little autistic, in fact. A beamer created sick images on the large screen behind the band. The Amiina-girls played their string instruments in the background. A small brass band had some appearances. They played exactly two hours. Two good hours. Concert ambiente in the foreground; the majority of the crowd amusing themselves lying around on the meadow, creating their own parallel-festival.

Sigur Rós 2
When the concert was over, the area emptied within thirty seconds. Sick. Good night, y’all. We were somewhat cheerful about the evening and sprang around the grass and stuff. Alarming? No. Not yet. Iceland just wasn’t ready for us crazy European party animals.

Up:u.p. september 29, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Iceland.
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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! september 24, 2006

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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

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

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 september 18, 2006

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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

Hello. My name is Örn Arnarsson, and I am really hungry.

Why not try to eat my potentially delicious Herra héri apparel?!Well, that was not as good as i expected. What else can I reach without burning to much calories?
Yeees.....my cap...it looks exactly like an apple. Give it a try!krplt mkln, hrrd wklt!
Hum, it's not really the apple flavour I expected, but........all in all, it's a good meal. Something differnet , at least. I would do it again. I'm Örn Arnarsson, and now I'm going to cease my worthless life by jumping into the rough floods. Bless!

Summer Sleep september 13, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Iceland.
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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.

Jökulsárlon Herra Tagging Hrafntinnusker

Sunset – Herra tagging in Landmannalaugar – Conquering ghost houses

Bus driving Maltextrakt Hitch-Hiking

Bus driving – Maltextrakt og appelsin – Hitch-Hiking

Outdoor camping Saufen

Outdoor Camping – Serious Drinking
Sleep Gufubad Car rental

Spontaneous Sleeping – Gufubaðið Laugarvatni – Car renting

spoooky Vatnajökull

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!