The last time I came here was in a hurry, I didn't take a few photos, so I came here just in time to make up for it.
Walking out of the store, Han Qi picked up his camera to take pictures of the store, and then turned around to take pictures of Reykjavik Cathedral, the tallest and most famous building in the capital of Iceland.
Human memory is a stream of water that keeps moving forward. You cannot remember a certain moment forever. You can only scoop up the water that was flowing at that time and put it into a transparent water bottle.
You can remember some important bottles, but it will be difficult to remember more.
Taking a photo and leaving a photo is to put a label on the water bottle in these memories, so that when you see the label, you can recall what happened at that time.
He is a traveler. In addition to making himself feel happy, this profession can also bring others the experience of traveling far away, allowing others to experience the joy of traveling from his travel notes and sharing of his photos.
He entered the cathedral.
There is a piano in the hall on the right side of the church, and a middle-aged man who looks like a pianist is playing. There are scattered people sitting on the chairs in the main hall. Some are listening to the piano music carefully, some are looking at their mobile phones, and some are
Eat something.
It's like a train station with relatively few people here. Everyone is doing their own thing, but they all keep their voices very low.
Han Qi originally wanted to come in and take a few photos before leaving, but since he heard someone playing the piano, he just listened to the song by himself. The music played by this pianist was solemn and compassionate, and it was very suitable for
Listen in church.
He sat down nearby, and next to him was a hooded man. His fingers were tapping lightly on the laptop keyboard, probably writing something.
When Han Qi sat down, he glanced sideways. Only then did Han Qi realize that he was also an Asian.
"Hello?" Han Qi greeted him in Chinese first.
"Hello." He replied with good intentions, but he continued to type on the keyboard and looked at the screen and said, "I remember you, your name is... Han Qi, right? I've read your novel,
Very well written and very emotional.”
"Roman Holiday?"
"Yes, I like this novel very much. It can even be said to be the best book I have read in the past ten years. Speaking of which, I can be considered a fan of yours."
This was the first time Han Qi saw such a calm fan.
He wanted to see this person's face clearly. The younger brother may also know Han Qi's thoughts. He held the hood in his hand and lifted it back, then nodded to Han Qi and said: "My name is Ye Xiaokai, and I am also a book writer.
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Writers rarely call themselves writers. They usually use whatever they use,...I am just a book writer. I just write whatever I want to earn some living expenses. Some people may even say, "I am just a vagrant with no job."
When many people hear this, they will think that the person in front of them does not make much money, but in fact, their daily income may exceed your annual income.
Ye Xiaokai, Han Qi knows this name.
He is one of the top writers in China and also the youngest writer. Although he is only a few years older than Han Qi, even if he stops writing novels now and does nothing, he will still be written into history as a great person.
In fact, Ye Xiaokai is also a traveler. When he traveled to a place, he thought it was quite good, so he rented a house to live there for a long time.
Han Qi widened his eyes.
No wonder he looks familiar to me. Who is writing books now and doesn’t know Ye Xiaokai?
This big guy lives in Reykjavik?
Ye Xiaokai has shorter frizzy hair than Han Qi. He doesn’t have any hairstyle. He just washes it and blow-dries it naturally. He is wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with a minion pattern on the back and a minion in front of him.
Huawei laptop, a cup of coffee that is cold and not steaming.
He grabbed the coffee and took a sip. He turned around and saw Han Qi still looking surprised. He said with a smile: "What kind of expression are you looking at? We are about the same age. Is it necessary? And you are much more famous than me.
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"How can it be the same? You are my idol."
Han Qi is serious. He wants to be a writer partly because of Ye Xiaokai.
He is decent and profitable. His novels have been translated into dozens of languages and sold all over the world. He is also very handsome. He is truly a super idol.
But it is cheaper for foreign girls, I heard that they have already gotten married abroad.
Han Qi saw that he had been paying attention to the computer, so he glanced at it. It was a novel writing software called Ye Zi, and a lot of words had been written on it.
"Are you preparing a new book?"
"It's a previous book, and the seventh season is about to be finished." He took another sip of coffee.
When it came to the seventh season, Han Qi knew which book it was. He nodded and was not going to bother Mr. Ye Xiaokai any more. The two exchanged contact information and Han Qi prepared to leave the cathedral and come back later when there is a chance.
Let’s talk to Ye Xiaokai slowly.
We are all from Tianfu, and there is nothing that a hot pot meal cannot solve. If that doesn't work, then add a barbecue meal.
He was about to go out, but suddenly he turned back and asked: "Brother Ye, do you have anything to recommend about Reykjavik?"
"Recommended?" He thought for a while and said, "If you travel in Reykjavik, you must go to art galleries and museums. There are many interesting museums here, but I rarely go there. Personally, I basically don't.
Go to these two places.”
Ye Xiaokai kept typing words in his hand at a very fast speed. He suddenly stopped, turned to look at Han Qi and said, "Sorry, not all of them. If your works appear in an art museum somewhere, I will
I think I can still go and take a look. I find your works very interesting when I read them online."
Han Qi laughed and shook his head.
Ye Xiaokai is really an interesting person. He doesn't seem to care much about the things around him and focuses on coding, but he still cares about Han Qi's feelings.
He continued: "Besides the art museum, there is Lake Toning. It has just thawed recently and the scenery on the lake is beautiful."
"Where's the food?" Han Qi asked.
"I recommend the hot dog shop in the old pier. It's a small shop that looks like a newsstand. You can see it when you go there. It's very conspicuous." He also told the route to the old pier, but Han Qi, who had just left the road not long ago,
It was so confusing that I just typed the place name a few times and thought about using the navigation to find it later.
After leaving the cathedral, Han Qi hesitated for a moment whether to go to Toning Lake or the Old Pier. Before he could think about it, his stomach helped him make the decision.
Old pier!
Taking out the navigation on his mobile phone and following the route above, Han Qi walked for fifteen minutes before arriving at this place called the Old Pier.
The old pier is the name of the locals, but you can still find it on the navigation system. Its official name is the Whale Watching Pier. There are many cruise ships docked for tourists to choose from, with major companies printed on them, and there are also Icelandic ladies handing out leaflets.
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Iceland is a tourist hotspot in the West, and the rise of the tourism industry has also brought about the rise of the catering industry.
It is not difficult to understand. With the rise of the tourism industry, there will be more people. When there are more people, they always need to eat, so the meals in scenic spots are so expensive... The key is that the meals in these scenic spots are not delicious, and they cost so much money.
But the food is not delicious, so many people hate restaurants in scenic spots.
But the hot dog shop Ye Xiaokai mentioned was obviously not that.
Very conspicuous.
Gu Chu
Han Qi saw it as soon as he came over.
Next to the 'Whale Avenue' where various cruise ships are parked, there is a hot dog stand the size of a newsstand. The owner is a very handsome old man, comparable to the KFC grandpa in the advertisement, but it doesn't matter what he looks like.
This is not where he stands out.
What sticks out to him is the people in line.
It's such a small hot dog shop, and the people queuing up are almost out to sea.
At least hundreds of people are waiting.
Han Qi's first reaction was not how delicious the food here was, but thinking whether these people were actors invited by the boss... But it didn't look like it, everyone had spent real money in exchange for it.
A hot dog that looks delicious, the boss can't possibly lose money and lose money on hot dogs, right?
This thing seems inconspicuous, but it is still quite expensive.
But there was no time to think. The more he thought, the more people lined up. Han Qi quickly ran to the end of the line and stood there.
In front of him were two tourists speaking English. One of them complained: "Reykjavik is really too small. Even a hot dog shop like this is one of the must-see attractions. Oh my God, it's so long."
I don’t know when the team will go.”
"Oh, wait, Sandy really wants to eat this. If you don't bring it back to her, you can think about the consequences for us."
………
Han Qi listened to their cute New York accents, and a lot of time passed unknowingly. More than 20 people lined up behind Han Qi. It seemed that they were not people hired by the boss with money, but people from the dock.
There are tourists.
Some people were waiting for their own boats, and some had just gotten off the whale watching boat, loudly recounting the excitement of seeing whales just now.
Tired of waiting, Han Qi also searched for the keyword "Iceland hot dog" on China's travel website, and Han Qi actually found this place.
The name on the sign is 'The Best Hot Dog' written in Icelandic, but Icelandic is too difficult to pronounce, so most people call it Clinton Hot Dog. Why is a good Icelandic hot dog shop related to Clinton?
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Legend has it that when Clinton visited Iceland, a reporter took him to this hot dog stand and when he gave him a hot dog, he said: "This is the best hot dog in Iceland." Then Clinton said: "Of course."
Then this hot dog stand became popular overnight, and even many celebrities came to line up when they came to Iceland.
Han Qi felt inexplicably familiar.
Turning off the phone screen, Han Qi touched his chin and fell into memories.
Why does it look a bit like...
Qianlong went to Jiangnan?
When we arrived at Han Qi, the handsome old man asked: "What ingredients should I add?"
"Everyone wants it!" Han Qi said.
He was very hungry just by the smell of hot dogs, and since he wasn't going to have a proper meal, he decided to have a hot dog with more ingredients and of course a higher price.
"Okay, I see you know how to eat."
The boss spoke very good English, so the two New Yorkers who had just taken the hot dogs to take away looked at an Icelandic and a Chinese discussing what to add to the hot dogs in a very standard London accent.
They speak English so well...
The name of this store is called "The Best Hot Dogs", but in fact it should also be the best hot dogs.
Han Qi added all the ingredients, including fried onions, fresh onions, ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard...
The meat in the hot dog is made of mutton. Icelandic sheep not only use their own hair to supply fashion lovers around the world, but also use their own bodies to satisfy countless gourmets who come for delicious food. Think about it.
It's so pitiful now.
Han Qi's tears flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
After a while, Han Qi took the huge hot dog from the boss's hand. It was hot and warmed the people standing on the beach in the cold wind.
There are no seats here, so everyone stands here to eat the hot dogs after getting them, even if the wind blows.
Han Qi also followed the local customs, opened his mouth wide and took a bite.
Bah!
The thick, fragrant juices of the mutton escape from the newspaper. The aroma is overflowing.
So delicious!
It is juicy and chewy, and the hot dog bun is fragrant and soft. It has been specially baked in the oven and heated for a while, so the surface of the bread is a little crispy and a little burnt.
"Oh~" Han Qi made a satisfied sound.
His voice was not obtrusive at all in the surroundings. It was much more exaggerated than Han Qi's, and there were many people who uttered national curses.
Han Qi's hand speed, which he had developed through coding, quickly took out his phone, took a picture of the hot dog he had taken a big bite from, and typed on Weibo: "The most delicious hot dog restaurant has changed its location. It is in Iceland, Lei
Kjavík Old Pier Hot Dog Shop...don’t ask me what shop it is, you’ll know it when you come here!”
Then he put away his phone and continued to chew, feeling another sigh of satisfaction.
After eating and drinking, Han Qi came to another scenic spot recommended by Ye Xiaokai, Tuoning Lake.
This is also a very conspicuous place. It is located next to Reykjavik City Hall, surrounded by many museums and the University of Iceland. When you come here, you will see many ducks, swans and other wild animals on the lake.
Although many smart little guys here rely on tourists to feed them, they are indeed wild animals.
This was the first time Han Qi saw a wild duck.
When he came here, he saw a swan leading a small group of little ducks or cygnets paddling slowly in the water... because some of the little guys were not the right color, some were white, and some were hairy.
yellow,
There is a bread seller nearby, and many tourists buy bread to feed the ducks.
But the response of ducks is a bit slow. Before the cute ducks can react, seagulls will fly down from the sky quickly, and then fly away with the bread fed by tourists to the ducks, making a "hahahahaha" sound.
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Han Qi found it interesting and quickly raised his camera to take a photo of the scene.
The tourists feeding the food waved away the seagulls, and the little duck also spread its wings to attack the seagulls, but the seagull obviously ignored them and regarded them as complaints from the loser. It was the bird that successfully enjoyed the food.
This is a very beautiful photo.
There were many people around with cameras, but none of them realized that this was an excellent photographic composition, with the cameras hanging and laughing at the angry little ducks on the water.
