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Where They Dry the Fish (Ósvör in Bolungarvík)
I ate a lot of fish in Iceland. I even had rotten shark. You've heard of this? They bury shark and let it rot until it ferments. And then you eat it. And then you have to drink this Icelandic vodka called Brennavin or something like this. It's lethal. I remember because I was sitting by a couple of Irish girls that were traveling flamenco dancers and they were laughing at me while I powered through this one-two combination. I don't drink... but, it was part of the shark experience. And I think of it more as a healing potion than whatever the hell it really was.
While in the northwest fjords, I came across these little huts with intermittent slats. This is where the fisherman hang the fish to dry in the incessant sea-winds that blow up the coast. Pretty cool, eh?
- Trey Ratcliff
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