Valhallah Tales - Chapter 1

Valhallah, the home of the Viking Gods. Or at least that's how we thought it was until Marta, our humbled Icelandic hostess, claimed she had, on numerous occasions, visited Valhallah. Yes, I know what you are [and we were] thinking. She was high. But alas, it is a story which must, I repeat must, be told. However, it is extemely lengthy and wierd, so spans over several posts. It may take several days, so we'll include several other stories in between. Thank you (especially) to the travel company that took us to Iceland for providing us with Marta as a host. It made the trip extemely memorable and -

"...Kiddies! Are you listening to me! I demand that you listen! And you Richard [In reference to our Geography teacher!]I want you all to listen to me! Now, when I was a little troll, I was walking along the road and suddenly, an eight legged horse fell from the sky!!! I did kiddies! Don't you doubt me! So, it was running along the ground, but only used one leg! Yes, the other seven were just flopping around.

"...So, I ran after it and jumped on its back and rode it! It was a super rodeo kiddies! What is it you say in these situations? Yee-Hah? Yes. So, it carried me up into the sky and the way up there, I came across a set of trolls. The day light was coming up and suddenly the trolls became rocks. Yep. You see that rock out of the window there? It is a troll at night. You see that mountain, it was actually a troll and travelled to that spot. Orignally, that mountain was over there. Suddenly, the horse broke in the barrier and I was in Valhallah..."

Whoo Hoo

From the makers of The Mr McLaughlin blog...

MARTA!!!

Yes, Marta, the one and only Icelandic lady we all know and love. This blog will be dedicated to her and all of her funny speeches and quirks.

Learn how she always caries a pair of fish-skin boots around with her (but on the day she told us actually forgot them), how she visited Valhallah and how her dream in life was to play golf on the lavafields at midnight... (no joke)