Friday 20 February: It's been warm, grey & wet for a while - the ice on the pond has melted. And this afternoon, it was totally misty for a while.
Friday 27 February: We're driving up to Grundarförður, a little town (population 800) in West Iceland, for the Northern Wave International Film Festival.
	The weather's horrible as we leave Reykjavík, and the mountain landscape during the first hour of our drive is amazing: almost black & white, with only a slight hint of brown. This is not a very good example, but you'll get the idea...
As we reach the Snaefellsnes peninsula, the weather gets much better. Everyone in the car gets their camera out and start taking pictures. (Bloody filmmakers! ;-)	I think these shots are OK, considering they were taken from the back seat of the car - non?
A sign in the lobby of our hotel (well, the only hotel in town.) It's small but a very comfortable place, and it's only 200 metres walk from the festival venue.	The only snag is that it's a smoke-free establishment. But then, you get to enjoy this kind of view while having your cigarette outide. (In summer they have a hot tub out there too.)
After watching some international short films, it's time for dinner back at the hotel. A light carrot & orange soup, followed by pan-fried halibut on a bed of cous cous. The fish is *so* tender and lovely.
Saturday 28 February: It's a beautiful day, so we go out for a walk in the morning. Just down the road from our hotel, we find the harbour - which does explain the fresh fish for dinner...	Grundarförður is surrounded by a mountain range, known as Hell's Gate - but to an uneducated eye it just looks beautiful and not at all scary.
Part of the said mountain range (below), and the most famous of them all: Mt. Kirkjufell (right).
In the afternoon, we decide to go for a walk again, instead of watching the animation programme (not my thing at all.)	We've seen quite a few snow mobiles around here. UsaKousa (and I) would love to have a ride on one, but we don't have a driver's license...
	After the fresh air, back to our hotel for some lunch. The salad is exactly what we need - and the home baked rolls with rosemary are delicious too!
Finally back at the venue for the "experimental" shorts. It's a nice little hall, with an open bar area attached to it. The audience is generally very receptive, too, there's a lot of laughter during the films.
We saw these in the entrance area of the hall today, wondered who had been making some art actions. After the screening, we realise it had been Ava Lanche, a young female filmmaker from Berlin (who runs out of loo paper in her super 8 film.)	Hilmar having a fag outside the venue, and a bottle of the local Jökull (Glacier) beer, which he says is very good.
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