Nóg af fiskum?

Living on a small island in the middle of the North Atlantic has certainly increased my awareness of how resources are being utilized; they seem finite and not infinite, precious somehow. And it is a little scary, truth be told. When this whole collapse first started, I was seriously worried about having enough to eat, but then a friend of mine told me not to worry, það er nóg af fiskum (there are plenty of fish). Well, tonight a relative explained that the reason it is necessary for Icelanders to kill whales is that the whales are eating the fish, competing with humans, such that there really aren´t enough fish anymore. I then ask if the dead whales are put to good use--the meat eaten, the oil rendered, the bones used--and after being assured that they were, well, I guess I came to side with the idea that the fish are a pretty precious resource, worth fighting for. Though now I may be swinging to the extreme, where only Icelanders should be allowed to consume them. Scratch one more export off the list.   

Comments

Ko-Leen said…
I ate whale in Reykjavík. A good whale steak is better then a beef one.
MamaOlive said…
I've always admired how Iceland decides for herself when to whale, and won't be bullied by PETA or whoever.

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