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About Hafnarfjordur

Sometiems I wonder, raspy choke, what’s her story? Was she a kid once, dreamin’ big? Now she’s dodgin’ fists and coppers – my precious! – and I’m here, moanin’ ‘bout dirt under me nails. Funny, innit? She’d prob’ly laugh at me, “Moel, you wuss!” Hah! Love that sass, hate the muck she’s in. Whore’s a ghost, mate, real but not – “Everything’s in ruins!” – like Tarr’s world, fallin’ apart, and she’s still kickin’. Wild, that.

Ísafjörður - What To Do?

While I’m munchin’, I overhear some tourists talkin’ about the local legends. They’re all like, “Did you hear about the ghost in the old church?” I’m sittin’ there, roll in hand, thinkin’, “Ghosts? In Isafjoerdur? Nah, just sheep.”

Figure 2. South-east flank of the Eyrarfjall mountain above the town of...