Here's an ole man and his wife or mistress I presume, some tourist obviously. Looks like Jonathan caught himself a peeping tom. Ok not really they think it is a museum or the likes of one. (again click on the photo to enlarge it as it's much better enlarged)
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| Siglufjörður, Iceland |
And yet if you went to Jonathan's site clicked on today and read the post he wrote along with the pic then you know what this picture is about. I found it a little hilarious because...
Well here's a little excerpt from the photo.
"At night I am frequently lying in bed wearing my boxers and reading a book, and suddenly I see a hand come through my window, which is about two feet from my head, and the hand, groping around, pulls aside the curtain, which was previously flapping in the breeze. Then I hear voices in Icelandic or German saying, "Blah blah blah, blah blah blah," and then suddenly a head comes in through the window, looks around, and finally goes, "Ohhhh!" when it sees me lying in bed in my underwear.
When this happens, which is pretty often, the tourists never apologize. They just kind of back away, muttering words I can't understand but that I imagine go something like, "What is that man doing in the museum in his boxers?"
Of course, I am not doing anything in the museum in my boxers — I am lying in bed in my house."
He goes on to say the local kids know this isn't a museum for tourist and they frequently stop by and toss pebbles gently through the window hitting his book, or a whole group comes by and creeps up and they belch as loud as they can.
Jonathan's final thoughts are, "Between the German tourists, the local kids, the barely cracked windows, and the airborne irrigation system, my little house is feeling more and more like a fort, and my summer is coming more and more under siege. I hope I can outlast the enemy."
I'm sure you can Jonathan, I'm sure you can!
