Out by the huge oil tanks at the tip of
Örfirisey, the plot of land (once an island) that hugs the west side of the
Reykajvik harbor, stands this old corrugated iron clad house. It was moved out to this empty lot from a location in downtown Reykjavik, though I don't recall exactly where it once stood. I'm sure it's awaiting relocation to a new site in the city center, as Örfirisey, or "island that it's possible to walk out to", (section 7 on
this map) is not the most hospitable spot for a classic bit of Reykajvik's architectural history.
Of note: Trains in Iceland? Read
here for a short history of Reykjavik's railways.
Comments
You may even have a tie, alas a very far reached one, to the one and only railroad in Iceland thru your father middle name at his baptism, Ástvaldur. That name was for a man (the first one Þórir was for his amma, Þóra)that lived in the basement of the house next door and cut tobacco for living. If I remember the story as your grandmother told it to me, Ástvaldur had lost both his feet in a railway accident when he saved a child. After that he had to make his living sitting down, hence the tobacco cutting. Your langamma, Þóra, used to jump over the wall between here house and the one he lived in to bring him food.
daniel tingsjö, sweden
tingsjo98@hotmail.com
gorgeous.
Cheers,
Eliza