
Mystery Meats and Fish Balls – Eating in Norway.
You’ll never go hungry in Norway. In fact the only thing I think Norwegians do more than fitness is fitting food in their mouths. So I had a pretty decent list coming in:
You’ll never go hungry in Norway. In fact the only thing I think Norwegians do more than fitness is fitting food in their mouths. So I had a pretty decent list coming in:
Iceland: I had to pay a Chinese man 50 kroner to take this photo.
For the first time in more than 13 years, I’m travelling the world alone. Previous overseas stints have mainly been with long term partners, some amazing friends and even my dear mum.
A personal hero of mine Anthony Bourdain once said that Hakarl is the most disgusting thing he’s ever eaten. For a guy that’s eaten a lot of gross stuff, that’s saying a lot!
Why eat rotten shark?
The natural beauty of the place has left me slapping myself, silly whilst the hunt for traditional Icelandic fare has been bordering on frustrating.
In case anyone who thought I’d be writing about a three day bender, culminating in running naked covered in beads down bourbon street, I’m sorry, that’s gonna have to be the next trip.
It’s sunny, warm, and muggy as hell in a hotpot (but not as grossly hot as first led to believe).
One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned while being a semi-professional gadabout, is to get out of the comfort zone and ask a local.
I don’t mean asking for directions, I’m referring to plucking up the courage to ask people who live in your destination to tell you where the “best place for (insert what you’re looking for here) is”.
I’m about to embark on a 2 month trip, covering some destinations I’ve had on the bucket list for what feels like an eternity. I’m underprepped, excited and more than a little nervous (especially at the thought of leaving my cats for 2 months).
My meanderings through various cities inevitably lead me to the city market.
I find markets to be places where you can always find a plethora of local food that you mightn’t always get from a restaurant. I’m a believer that you can’t really experience a country until you eat it. A market is a great place to start.
In fact it’s not bread at all …
It’s actually boiled and minced seaweed (laver): a popular ingredient in Welsh dishes, particularly for breakfast when coated with oatmeal and served with cockles.