I meant to make a whole photo portfolio of grievous Icelandic parking jobs but kept forgetting so am left with this ho-hum example:

Not great but not so shocking either.
Lonely Planet told me that Icelanders stop their cars and jump out when and where they feel like it. Matthew and I quickly complied to this national habit and made a point of parking crooked as much as possible.

The last time I parked like an a-hole was when Neil Rinden, Neil Wilson, Monica and I rented a van and drove to the Jelly Belly factory in Wisconsin.

What a rush, look how happy it made me!

I must be a real tight ass.
1 comment:
好玩,好看有味道~
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