Lisko’s American Life

Lisko stopped and walked, and before he knew it, it was already afternoon, but the sky was still as bright as morning. Because Iceland is south of the Arctic Circle, the daytime here can sometimes reach 22 hours.

He had lunch at Matur og Drykkur, a Michelin-starred restaurant whose signature is unique Nordic cuisine, which attracted Lisko's visit.

However, the dining process was not pleasant, the service and food here were very disappointing. Appetizers (fish with green apples and cucumbers) and desserts (chocolate yogurt sorbet) were good, but mains (smoked cauliflower, kale crisps, beetroot granola with salted lingonberries) were flops. It was bland and greasy. The kale was overcooked, not crunchy at all, and soaked in oil, and the salty cranberries were almost tasteless. Lisko also sent back a dish of Icelandic lamb with radish sauce because the meat was chewy.

The only more popular dish is red cod head in chicken broth, a dish unique to the restaurant and a perfect example of Icelandic cuisine reimagined. The cod head is poached in chicken broth, then the most delicious part of the cod head, the cod cheeks, is served with potato salad and lovage.

Lovage is a unique herb whose fragrance comes from the leaves.

Lisko likes this dish very much, and it can be regarded as adding some comfort to this unsatisfactory food journey. Lisko felt a little distressed when he paid the bill. The meal cost him nearly a hundred dollars. The prices in Iceland were the most expensive in the whole of Northern Europe, and he did not bring himself any pleasant surprises.

According to the plan, the last scenic spot today is the small town of Vic, a rural town in the south with its back against the sea, and Lisko arrived here soon by car.

Most of the houses in the town are white-walled and red-roofed. The two-story design and the attic on the roof make it easy to immerse yourself in this pastoral mood.

There are not many scenic spots in the town. The first one Lisko went to was Black Beach, which was once rated as one of the ten most beautiful beaches in the world. Its characteristic is black.

The unique black color makes the town of Vic charming and attractive; the transparent black sand beach is like the charming eyes of the town of Vic, deep and mysterious, its eyes seem to reach directly into your heart, making people feel Obsessed and unpredictable; the vast black beach stretches along the winding coast, the clear water gently washes the black transparent sandstone, it is like the black hair of this beautiful girl in Vic town, Floating softly in the sea breeze, it exudes a charming atmosphere. The black beach and the "Bijiashan" reef face each other across the sea, and they echo each other from a distance. It is a kind of waiting and loyalty that lasts forever.

It seems to come from a fairy tale, the sun shines on the endless black sandy beach, glowing with golden light and sparkling. If one day, you walk in the gentle sunshine, if one day, you walk on the black sand beach, if one day, you indulge in the singing of the sea, then on this day, you are the one in this beautiful fairy tale princess or prince

Lisko stood on the beach, took off his shoes and socks, and felt the touch of the beach on the soles of his feet. Looking far away, you can still see a few small islands with strange shapes. Several small islands are connected together, a bit like the brush holder Lisko has seen. It is said that because of global warming, the water level has risen. These are more than a century ago. At present, there are only a few hilltops left, which are now occupied by seabirds and become their paradise.

Next to the beach is another view, the organ rock cliff, the rock wall is very steep, and there are many polygonal columns hanging vertically. form. They are formed by hot magmatic rocks. When the rolling magma rushes to the edge of a steep cliff, it quickly dives down. For a relatively long period of time, the magma will continuously flow down the cliff. Rapid cooling and solidification. Under the careful carving of nature, pillars are erected among the cliffs. They are arranged neatly and orderly. At first glance, they are similar to Reykjavik Cathedral, so they are called organs. Rock Cliff.

The uncanny workmanship of nature carved the dark hard basalt into an exquisite organ, which is amazing.

Organ Rock cliffs and black beaches stand side by side, watching over this magnificent sea.

Of course, these beautiful scenery did not escape Lisko's evil hands. He picked up the camera and took pictures of everything in sight. He didn't stop regretfully until the film in the camera ran out.

The beauty of these beautiful scenery can’t be understood by words. Only when you are in it, you can experience the uncanny workmanship of nature. The scenery of Iceland has not left any regrets for Lisko, where ice and fire coexist, icebergs and hot springs All blended together, really like the scenery in a fantasy fairy tale.

On the way back, Lisko leaned against the window with his earphones on. There were not many people in the car, only scattered passengers. Lisko watched the passing scenery of the car, including volcanoes, waterfalls, rivers and lakes, glaciers and unique All this will make him feel that time has slowed down.

After getting out of the car, the site was still near the hotel. Lisko looked at the sky and it was still early. He still had too many scenery in Iceland, so he planned to spend today's time walking around the streets of the city.

Lisko met a wandering singer at the intersection. He was sitting by the wall, playing the music three or two times, and his guitar was casually swept by him. From the music, it could be heard that he was not very interested.

Lisko happened to be fine, so he sat down on the bench opposite him and watched him play.

He didn't know what happened to this wandering singer, and the passengers on the road were not attracted by his playing. Everyone walked past him without staying.

There were only a few scattered Icelandic krona in the violin box in front of the wandering singer, and it seemed that there was not even enough money to buy a sandwich.

"Hey, my name is Lisko." He looked at it for a while and decided to go forward to talk.

The vagabond singer stopped playing aimlessly, and Lisko judged from his face that he was an authentic Nordic race, tall, blond, and fair-skinned.

"Do you need help?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Lisko asked again.

Of course, this is only because Lisko is too boring alone, he is not a Notre Dame.

"John Carew," the vagabond singer couldn't bear Lisko's staring at him, so he had to reply indifferently.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Lisko was taken aback. He thought he had encountered a disabled deaf-mute, so he asked if he needed help, but the person in front of him spoke hoarsely, as if he hadn't drank water for many days the same.