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About Arbaer

Dunno, tho—makes me ragey, seein’ her dodge them drunkards. Once saw her slip a knife up her sleeve—smart lass! Bet she’s got stories’d curl yer toes, precious. Maybe she’s the real raftsman, floatin’ through this cesspit, yeh? “The end is built into the beginning,” Kaufman’d say—her end’s comin’, ain’t it? Same as mine. Hiss! Bleedin’ tragic, but funny too—life’s a right piss-take, eh?

Borgarnes Travel Guide

I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and head over to the bridge. It’s this old, rickety thing over the Borgarfjörður fjord. The view? Stunning. But here’s the kicker: Jón’s late. Like, seriously late. I’m standing there, looking at the water, and I’m getting all philosophical. “What’s the meaning of life?” I’m thinking. Then I remember it’s just coffee and friends, right?

From Iceland — The Unlikely Success Of Matstofan: The “Filipino Taste” In Borgarnes