It was tough to survive in Iceland for all these years and we had to get used to unfair natural disasters, like volcanic eruptions inside towns:
Where the sign of God was the only thing the lava didn´t destroy.
And earthquakes and floods are part of our normal day life:)
Therefor we needed some schnaps that suited the life in this challenging environment. We invented the schnaps Brennivín. It's taste is so awful that it is called: "Black death" by foreigners:
And as the vikings in the old days, we stick to our old traditional food in the Þorrablót-festival. We eat dried fish, rotten shark, smoked lamb, rams testicles, sheeps heads and all kinds of rotten and sour food:/
So here you can see how this looks like:
Icelandic:
Ég þurfti að setja inn nokkrar myndir fyrir þorrablótið í kvöld. Erlendir vinir mínir eru nokkuð forvitnir að sjá hvernig maturinn lítur út eftir þessar hrikalegu sögur sem ég var búinn að segja þeim:)







