Per wrote

>AFAIK, the Icelanders bury some large quantities of herring at the
> beaches at one
> time of the year, then all citizens of the town take their evening walks
> on the
> beaches, and the men stop to PISS!! onto the sand, under which the
> herring is
> buried. The special "flavour" makes it into a higly appreciated
> delicacy, I cant understand how.>

Per, that's an obvious yarn, not even the suicidal inclined takes an
evening walk along the beaches here, there are more graceful ways.
But I have observed that even the most hardened visitor shudders, when
proudly presented with the
Thorrablod festival (mid winter) delicacy - ram's testicles served with
mysa sauce alongside a sheep's head (the whole head). That's usually
followed by shark meat washed down rapidly with lots of the local spirit (brennivin).
Per, you can rejoice that the real vikings left your land for this shore
a long time ago.

Martin Kennelly