The Voffenvagninn (The waffle wagon) was a great place to go if you are up to checking your blood sugar before, during, and after you go. Ryar, an 18 year old, 6'+ future NBA star kid, was in charge of the waffle wagon. He was a great kid in all, but he butchered English worse than half of the locals and you could somewhat understand half he said with his thick jibber-jabber Icelandic accent. Near the waffle wagon were a bunch of friendly cats. Well some of them were friendly (don't trust the cats with mustaches). Also never trust the millions of roundabouts in this damn place. Yielding is a rare thing to come by when it comes to that. Also never walk on sidewalks. That is still never a safe place when it comes to traffic, especially when it comes to taxi drivers. Taki drivers remind me of Boston, Massachusetts drivers. Honking, never yielding, speeding, and never paying any attention lunatics with a lot of road rage.
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