"I was treated to a personal tour of geysers, water falls, and kilometer after kilometer of vistas that looked like nothing I'd seen on this planet. I did not have time to eat hakarl, largely because no restaurant I visited would serve it. (The stench is legendary.) I also did not get a chance to eat puffin, which I'm told tastes like something halfway between game and fish--but I doubt I would have anyway because some things are too cute to choke down."David Edelstein bloggar i New York Magazine om en resa till Reykjavík International Film Festival.
