I figured that the best course of action would be to find an airport and fly to Norway. However, I had no idea exactly where I was in Iceland, so I could not figure out in which direction the nearest airport would be.
"Perhaps the best course of action would be to find a bar or something similar, where no one would question if someone looked faceless, as a place to find directions," I said to myself, before remembering that I have a device capable of navigating over WiFi.
Of course, in order to navigate by way of WiFi, one needs access to WiFi, of which I could not find any, to my chagrin.
"Fuck, it looks like the bar plan is my only option now," I mumbled, exasperated.
Luckily for me there was a bar just down the street from where I was. However, since I was still wandering on the roofs of the various buildings, I would have to find a way back down once I got there. Another sweet parkour wall-jump was all it took, and I was back on the streets and ready for a drink or two.
However, the bouncer was not impressed by my suit and hat, and so he threw me back onto the street.
"What the hell, man?" I said at almost a yell. I then figured out that, being in Iceland and all, most people speak Icelandic, and not English. Needless to say, I could not speak to the man, or probably anyone inside.
"Perhaps the best course of action would be to find a bar or something similar, where no one would question if someone looked faceless, as a place to find directions," I said to myself, before remembering that I have a device capable of navigating over WiFi.
Of course, in order to navigate by way of WiFi, one needs access to WiFi, of which I could not find any, to my chagrin.
"Fuck, it looks like the bar plan is my only option now," I mumbled, exasperated.
Luckily for me there was a bar just down the street from where I was. However, since I was still wandering on the roofs of the various buildings, I would have to find a way back down once I got there. Another sweet parkour wall-jump was all it took, and I was back on the streets and ready for a drink or two.
However, the bouncer was not impressed by my suit and hat, and so he threw me back onto the street.
"What the hell, man?" I said at almost a yell. I then figured out that, being in Iceland and all, most people speak Icelandic, and not English. Needless to say, I could not speak to the man, or probably anyone inside.
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