What do you do with all those industrial plastic fish bins after they have been used to empty out the sea?
You make a beach, that’s what you do — into a lake that is now severely compromised by hydroelectric dam run-off, and then you sell it.
I love Egilsstaðir, truly, precisely because it is not romantic.
You think the infamous Lagarfljotsormur is not romantic? 🙂 I hope you spot it!
Old herring tubs used as the shore of romantic walks isn’t romantic, particularly. It’s more, I dunno, Chernobylish.