Just hit iceland yesterday, here for four days on a stopover bound for Ukraine.
Don't look for data sheet, others have done better and I'm a LTR guy not a PUA guy, but some information is useful to both types of us.
Please don't blast me if I don't cover what you want or if you disagree, it's just my impressions, and the price is right.
First off, I'm over 50, 5'9", 50-50 Scandinavian-Italian; and average looking.
Some procedural details: Iceland is on British time, so the sun rose today (Dec 4) at noon. it's now 3 PM and it's late afternoon. BY 6 PM it's night; Reykjavik is the northernmost capital in the world. However, it never gets cold like northern or central Russia because of the surrounding sea, so the lower limit is about 15 degrees fahrenheit by the coast.
(1) THE BRAIN-DEAD NARRATOR ARRIVES ON THE RED-EYE
There are apparently only something like two inbound planes a day in the winter, the 8-hour overnight flight really was really draining for me in a packed 747.
There was one stunning, tall blond stew who kept smiling and staring at me. She was something like 5'11". When I went back to her station to ask for water I saw she was in her late 30's, but with killer genes so she was aging magnificently. Her face was so well-defined there was nothing to sag to show age. I was peacocking a bizarre combination of long, wild blond hair, a white shirt, black tie, and jade necklace.
Contrastingly, I had a window seat next to a chubby Icelandic couple who offered me my first hint of Icelandic coldness and personal space perception. When I needed to go the bathroom they simply shifted their knees a little to one side, apparently inviting me to push by them or climb over them by stepping on the front corners of their seats. ( I did the latter)
Another effect of the two-plane a day setup is if you are on the 6:45 AM arrival and are slow in getting your luggage together, you miss that morning flybus to the city (about 45 minutes trip ) and taxis are about $100. The next flybus is 8 hours later when the 4 PM flight comes.
This happened to me-- my fault-- I am very disorganized and absent-minded and didn't realize what was going on. But there was no announcement "The bus leaves in 10 minutes. This is the last bus."
So at 8:00 AM when I asked at the excursions tour desk, the woman explained the bus only came when there is a flight, I had missed it, and the next flight and bus were 8 hours later. I had no idea this airport was so tiny and intermittently used, even in the winter.
I was pretty bummed, I was kind of a wreck after the long redeye, and getting raped for a $100 taxi is not my idea of fun anal sex. There were taxis outside.
I walked around a bit trying to deal with whether to hang around all day ( the airport has little to entertain you, it's like a very, very, small city's airport in the USA--absolutely nothing like a secondary airport such as, say, Minneapolis) and a driver approached asking if I wanted a taxi. I said "It's too expensive" and he replied "How much would you like to pay?"
I thought, "Well, it it's 45 minutes, and I can get to my apartment for $70 and not waste the whole day-- " so I offered him that (Icelandic conversion is easy, a kroner is a little less than a penny) and he immediately accepted 7000 kroner.
I stayed at 37 Apartments, it's pretty nice, I paid about $75 per day. It's not a hotel, the landlord? manager? lies in a house behind the apartment building and there is a full kitchen with pots, pans, and kitchen utensils.
I slept almost immediately and woke in total darkness at about 6 PM. I stumbled to a store named "24", bought some eggs, cheese, and brown bread, ate and fell asleep almost to the next day.
(2) FIRST DAY OF NOT BEING TALL IN ICELAND
Fcuk. There goes another 6'5 model-looking guy. I'm exactly 5'9" ( barefoot) and guys who are 6'0", 6'1" are not that intimidating because my face shows my toughness (years of work in prisons) and self-control. But when guys are over about 6'3" I feel that the difference is really great, I just start to look inferior to the simple-minded female.
I could see it on the street when I was passing a chick who was 5'11" or so-- she would scan me from 20-30 meters away and her body language would shift slightly to "This is a guy I'm not going to IOI".
So this was the first thing I noticed out on my first walk in Iceland. And the dudes are mostly tough looking too, except the real young ones, who can giggle like girls if they are 6'4" and still have the girls giggling with them.
Bottom line, I think the 8, 9, 10's in their 20's were well out of reach just like in America for me. Cute but more stocky chicks still IOI a little. Overall, I'd say I got a slightly better reaction than in the USA.
In Iceland, a stocky chick (not a fattie, just not model-thin) with a beautiful, sharply defined face will cue me-- in the USA she thinks she's a 9. Once again, the facts indicate anything's better than Murka.
Good side: There were a lot of 30-something 6-7's who'd been left behind in the Princess race and were making eye contact. I'm presuming diagnosis was Baby Fever.
Ethnic Openness Observation: I saw two brothers with Icelandic chicks on my morning walk out of a few dozen or so couples I saw One was very tall, the other average with a shorter chick. The brothers looked American to my eye, not sure how I judge, a more relaxed, athletic walk than African guys, and also they weren't really dark, they just looked American to me. I also saw four obvious American black guys in a group(spoke with American accents). These four had less elegance and poise than the brothers with chicks.
(3) Where does all the money come from?
As Roosh said, everything is painfully expensive, in the "24" store a razor set ( some hi-tech Gilette with a couple extra blades) was $20 as opposed to maybe $8-12 in the USA. Most restaurants are wildly overpriced, with main entrees alone $30-40. I think Roosh spent enough time to dig up some less formal, cheaper ones. One thing that occurred to me was there isn't much else to spend your money on but drinking. It's so dark and gloomy that the inside of a warm, cozy restaurant did look delightfully inviting. But not for me at those prices.
Clothes are also unreal in the main shopping district, up to $100 for wool long underwear which is less than $60 in the US.
I saw no, zero, street (panhandlers) people.
I looked up their exports to try to figure out "How do they live like this" and came up with: Fish and Aluminum exports. Maybe when you only have 320,000 people, you don't need to export that much to keep everyone comfortable. Also, apparently all their heat comes from geothermal and it's distributed without a huge take off the top to the Ruling Class, so that expense is mooted.
(4) Bred to be Tough, Not Nice
This is the overall impression I got from people here. Males whom you ask for help in a store or for directions gaze at you with fairly frank disdain. No way are they friendly. Women were more helpful ( they always are with me, haha) but not particularly warm.
I started to think about the genesis of Iceland and the resulting genetic heritage. Who would have come HERE to live in the 900's or 1000's? Someone who didn't want to be bothered by anyone I bet. Then who could have SURVIVED here a thousand years before electricity? Some tough, [unsympathetic?] mofos.
I wondered, how many people drowned on fishing forays in the thousand years before electricity came and apparently made them wealthy via aluminum? How much did that inculcate a culture which had a disdain for weakness and aversion to the foolish? I got lost here my first night out walking, first I asked some guys in a bookstore-- they tried to help, but weren't very sympathetic that I was lost in a foreign country when it was 17 degrees out. You don't want idiots on your crew going out in the Arctic on a fishing boat, do you? Why did this idiot get lost? I eventually found a 40-year old female clerk in a hotel who looked up my apartment and figured out where I needed to go.
That's who they are. I have found the other Scandinavians significantly nicer, and like Roosh, I doubt I'll be back.
However, since Roosh put the idea in my head of displaying "BANG ICELAND" in a cafe, I may go on a social suicide mission to see what reaction I get.
Don't look for data sheet, others have done better and I'm a LTR guy not a PUA guy, but some information is useful to both types of us.
Please don't blast me if I don't cover what you want or if you disagree, it's just my impressions, and the price is right.
First off, I'm over 50, 5'9", 50-50 Scandinavian-Italian; and average looking.
Some procedural details: Iceland is on British time, so the sun rose today (Dec 4) at noon. it's now 3 PM and it's late afternoon. BY 6 PM it's night; Reykjavik is the northernmost capital in the world. However, it never gets cold like northern or central Russia because of the surrounding sea, so the lower limit is about 15 degrees fahrenheit by the coast.
(1) THE BRAIN-DEAD NARRATOR ARRIVES ON THE RED-EYE
There are apparently only something like two inbound planes a day in the winter, the 8-hour overnight flight really was really draining for me in a packed 747.
There was one stunning, tall blond stew who kept smiling and staring at me. She was something like 5'11". When I went back to her station to ask for water I saw she was in her late 30's, but with killer genes so she was aging magnificently. Her face was so well-defined there was nothing to sag to show age. I was peacocking a bizarre combination of long, wild blond hair, a white shirt, black tie, and jade necklace.
Contrastingly, I had a window seat next to a chubby Icelandic couple who offered me my first hint of Icelandic coldness and personal space perception. When I needed to go the bathroom they simply shifted their knees a little to one side, apparently inviting me to push by them or climb over them by stepping on the front corners of their seats. ( I did the latter)
Another effect of the two-plane a day setup is if you are on the 6:45 AM arrival and are slow in getting your luggage together, you miss that morning flybus to the city (about 45 minutes trip ) and taxis are about $100. The next flybus is 8 hours later when the 4 PM flight comes.
This happened to me-- my fault-- I am very disorganized and absent-minded and didn't realize what was going on. But there was no announcement "The bus leaves in 10 minutes. This is the last bus."
So at 8:00 AM when I asked at the excursions tour desk, the woman explained the bus only came when there is a flight, I had missed it, and the next flight and bus were 8 hours later. I had no idea this airport was so tiny and intermittently used, even in the winter.
I was pretty bummed, I was kind of a wreck after the long redeye, and getting raped for a $100 taxi is not my idea of fun anal sex. There were taxis outside.
I walked around a bit trying to deal with whether to hang around all day ( the airport has little to entertain you, it's like a very, very, small city's airport in the USA--absolutely nothing like a secondary airport such as, say, Minneapolis) and a driver approached asking if I wanted a taxi. I said "It's too expensive" and he replied "How much would you like to pay?"
I thought, "Well, it it's 45 minutes, and I can get to my apartment for $70 and not waste the whole day-- " so I offered him that (Icelandic conversion is easy, a kroner is a little less than a penny) and he immediately accepted 7000 kroner.
I stayed at 37 Apartments, it's pretty nice, I paid about $75 per day. It's not a hotel, the landlord? manager? lies in a house behind the apartment building and there is a full kitchen with pots, pans, and kitchen utensils.
I slept almost immediately and woke in total darkness at about 6 PM. I stumbled to a store named "24", bought some eggs, cheese, and brown bread, ate and fell asleep almost to the next day.
(2) FIRST DAY OF NOT BEING TALL IN ICELAND
Fcuk. There goes another 6'5 model-looking guy. I'm exactly 5'9" ( barefoot) and guys who are 6'0", 6'1" are not that intimidating because my face shows my toughness (years of work in prisons) and self-control. But when guys are over about 6'3" I feel that the difference is really great, I just start to look inferior to the simple-minded female.
I could see it on the street when I was passing a chick who was 5'11" or so-- she would scan me from 20-30 meters away and her body language would shift slightly to "This is a guy I'm not going to IOI".
So this was the first thing I noticed out on my first walk in Iceland. And the dudes are mostly tough looking too, except the real young ones, who can giggle like girls if they are 6'4" and still have the girls giggling with them.
Bottom line, I think the 8, 9, 10's in their 20's were well out of reach just like in America for me. Cute but more stocky chicks still IOI a little. Overall, I'd say I got a slightly better reaction than in the USA.
In Iceland, a stocky chick (not a fattie, just not model-thin) with a beautiful, sharply defined face will cue me-- in the USA she thinks she's a 9. Once again, the facts indicate anything's better than Murka.
Good side: There were a lot of 30-something 6-7's who'd been left behind in the Princess race and were making eye contact. I'm presuming diagnosis was Baby Fever.
Ethnic Openness Observation: I saw two brothers with Icelandic chicks on my morning walk out of a few dozen or so couples I saw One was very tall, the other average with a shorter chick. The brothers looked American to my eye, not sure how I judge, a more relaxed, athletic walk than African guys, and also they weren't really dark, they just looked American to me. I also saw four obvious American black guys in a group(spoke with American accents). These four had less elegance and poise than the brothers with chicks.
(3) Where does all the money come from?
As Roosh said, everything is painfully expensive, in the "24" store a razor set ( some hi-tech Gilette with a couple extra blades) was $20 as opposed to maybe $8-12 in the USA. Most restaurants are wildly overpriced, with main entrees alone $30-40. I think Roosh spent enough time to dig up some less formal, cheaper ones. One thing that occurred to me was there isn't much else to spend your money on but drinking. It's so dark and gloomy that the inside of a warm, cozy restaurant did look delightfully inviting. But not for me at those prices.
Clothes are also unreal in the main shopping district, up to $100 for wool long underwear which is less than $60 in the US.
I saw no, zero, street (panhandlers) people.
I looked up their exports to try to figure out "How do they live like this" and came up with: Fish and Aluminum exports. Maybe when you only have 320,000 people, you don't need to export that much to keep everyone comfortable. Also, apparently all their heat comes from geothermal and it's distributed without a huge take off the top to the Ruling Class, so that expense is mooted.
(4) Bred to be Tough, Not Nice
This is the overall impression I got from people here. Males whom you ask for help in a store or for directions gaze at you with fairly frank disdain. No way are they friendly. Women were more helpful ( they always are with me, haha) but not particularly warm.
I started to think about the genesis of Iceland and the resulting genetic heritage. Who would have come HERE to live in the 900's or 1000's? Someone who didn't want to be bothered by anyone I bet. Then who could have SURVIVED here a thousand years before electricity? Some tough, [unsympathetic?] mofos.
I wondered, how many people drowned on fishing forays in the thousand years before electricity came and apparently made them wealthy via aluminum? How much did that inculcate a culture which had a disdain for weakness and aversion to the foolish? I got lost here my first night out walking, first I asked some guys in a bookstore-- they tried to help, but weren't very sympathetic that I was lost in a foreign country when it was 17 degrees out. You don't want idiots on your crew going out in the Arctic on a fishing boat, do you? Why did this idiot get lost? I eventually found a 40-year old female clerk in a hotel who looked up my apartment and figured out where I needed to go.
That's who they are. I have found the other Scandinavians significantly nicer, and like Roosh, I doubt I'll be back.
However, since Roosh put the idea in my head of displaying "BANG ICELAND" in a cafe, I may go on a social suicide mission to see what reaction I get.
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