Focus on the essential

My notes from our Icelandic trip peter out at about this point. Yes, I make notes, in a notebook, my memory needs all the help it can get. And no, I don't rely exclusively on my notes, that's what the camera is for. Which is just as well, because literally all I have written about the next two days is:

Akureyri smells of coffee.
Glaumbær: 300 years of coffee in Iceland.

Which isn't a whole lot to say about a morning spent exploring the main town (it has a cathedral, so technically I suppose it's a city) in northern Iceland (photos of Akureyri); or a tour of a traditional turf farm museum - yes, another one, but there's always more to see. This one had some wonderful examples of how turf actually works as a building material:

Not a slice of Christmas cake with royal icing, but the farm wall abutting the painted woodwork of the doorframe. (more pictures from Glaumbær). I don't know what the "300 years of coffee" refers to - I must have read it at the Áskaffi café there. It reminds me of the role of coffee in the electrification of Iceland.

Just one more page of notes from the road (but plenty more photos): I wonder why?