#100BM Day 80
Seems a shame to rush an entry about my last full day of vacation, but I have spent a lot of time in my hotel room today (mostly sleeping), so I feel like I should go watch the fireworks that start in about 50 minutes, since I’m not going to be able to sleep while they’re going on anyway.
It’s Culture Day in Reykjavík. I celebrated by sitting in a lot of cafés, taking photos, and getting intimidated by locals and tourists en masse alike. Here is a picture of one of the concerts, near Tjörnin:
And here is one not far from the old harbour:
That is a lot of fucking people considering the population of this island is only 326000.
Speaking of a lot of people for a very small island, I managed to do my 10K this morning with only some difficulty. It was my first foreign race, so the experience was a bit different in some ways:
- All but about three children along the route did not high five runners, but instead waved awkwardly or very occasionally banged pots.
- Adults were more likely to be making noise (they made up the bulk of the pot-bangers), but, in general, the crowds were fairly subdued, especially in the suburbs, though we did get serenaded by an elderly kazoo artiste and saxophonist (separately) on the same street.
- The runners often cheered when they saw anyone waving along the route, making far more noise than the supposed supporters.
- The streets of Reykjavík are REALLY narrow and because there were no staggered starts, it was hard to get around people for much of the race.
- The end was just that, an end. There was water and everyone got medals, but there were no snacks or other goodies. Unless I wasn’t directed the right way.
- Probably not specific to Iceland, but this was the first race where I saw a group of boot camp people (wearing matching shirts) taking on extra challenges. Every kilometre or so, they would all do sit-ups, or a crab-walking exercise, or jumping jacks, or some other gonzo non-running thing. Of course, they were still faster than I was, despite these interruptions, so I lost track of what else they got up to.
- I have NEVER seen so many event shirts in a race. I always thought it was sorta poor form to wear a shirt from the race you are running at that run, but about 75% of the folks on the course had on their free shirt they got in their race kit.
- Karma is real. Not long after I got all smug about passing someone sponsored by the raw food restaurant in town, a dude wearing leather trousers sped by me, and not long after that, I spotted a woman ahead of me in hiking boots.
Things I learned at the Phallological Museum, AKA The Penis Museum.
- The founder of the museum really is obsessed. (He also was yesterday’s tour guide’s Spanish teacher).
- Some animals with bacula (aka penis bones) include coyotes, many species of seal, racoons, badgers, and shrews.
- A lot of marine mammal penises are conical.
- The largest penis (bit, anyway) in the museum belonged to a blue whale. It is almost as long as I am tall, but is only about a third of the full length of the original artifact
- The smallest penis bone in the museum belonged to a hamster. It is 2mm long.
- People have had their weddings in the museum.
- The human penis donated to the museum was damaged on removal from the human in question, but other people are willing to give up theirs (post-mortem, of course) to, uhm, fill the void.
- All penises preserved in formalin look fucking gross.
Right, fireworks. Of the planned, rather than volcanic, kind.