On my first visit to Iceland an angry giant was stomping around Reykjavik:
I learnt a few off-beat facts while tramping around the southern highlands and noted them thus:
What I learnt in Iceland -
Rhubarb's a stem and not a fruit,
Prunes and muesli make you toot,
But snorchestras will drown out wind.
Allegedly (I'm not convinced)
Box jellyfish aren't jellyfish and
Greenland is further east than Iceland.
A Minister of Elvish Matters
Defines the routes of roads and detours.
Dottirs and ssons of Irish slaves
Kill foxes, whales, whatever moves.
But there's a certain charm in grimness,
Tax evasion, drunken primness,
Real men who smell of fish and semen,
Strapping horses, strapping women.
Volcanic science,
Car-mangling giants,
Fire and ice,
I think it's nice.