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It´s 11:30 and it looks like 5. Forgive me for mentioning that again, but it´s kinda hard to get over. Adventures hitchiking; nothing like standing on the road for 45 minutes with your thumb out to make you feel unloved! Then I got picked up by a guy who didn´t really speak English. He was listening to Icelandic grunge rock. Then the station changed to playing 'Casey Jones' with Icelandic words. Takk fryrir, I say. Very good, he says.