I´m a terrible blogger, but I partly blame it on the internet connection, which isn't so great. I also always forget what I wanted to write about. Things that have become so normal that I don't see them anymore. For example all the albinos. I remember the first time I came to Africa, how surprised I was to see all those terribly sunburnt and yellow haired albinos. We see at least one everyday on our way to work. I've been thinking about importing truck-loads of sun block and hand them out to them. Petur thinks that there are just as many albinos in Iceland, but that we just can't distinguish them from all the other fair people. I'm not so sure that I believe this theory ;-).

People here don't think we're albinos though, but in the villages many obviously think we're Chinese and I've been asked to speak Chinese on more than one occasion. Of course I did my best: ni hau ma! Bing Dao (Iceland) etc... However, I was a bit offended when one woman asked if I were Petur's mom! I've often heard that I could be his older sister, but this was too much. Afterward Petur tried to calm me by saying that people probably think I'm his mom because I always drive the car. I'm getting pretty good at driving here, but the traffic and the road conditions are a joke. The only way to survive is to relax and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

I think I had one funny story to tell, but I can't remember it. Maybe next time.

Tomorrow we'll go one more time to one of the beautiful beaches south of the city and I'll try to post some pictures after that. I don't promise anything though, because I'm having major problems with the internet connection.

Over and out,

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