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In the Land of the Vikings 2.

Well, my stay in Iceland gets to the end. Somehow I’m always sad when I’m leaving this country. I’ve never felt so close to Mother Nature like here. But one eye is crying and the other one is happy.

Here was a good experience of worship. Unbelievable for me that some girls can make any nice club a nightmare. When I arrived, some girls were waiting for customers at the top of the stairs. When they came up, they were ready to jump on them. Like piranhas! My jaw was dropped. I knew in some club girls like that but I never wanted to work there. One of the reasons why I don’t want to work any club in London (girls work in the same style because they pay for the club to work there and they want to make sure they make money). The first week I was just sitting and watching the show. And I was just smiling when the one who jumps first on the customer started to complain about how the other girls catch the guys before her! Drama, drama…

I never worked in such an aggressive style! (Never needed.) Even some girls had customers but when a new guy arrived they were ready.. steady.. go! In other clubs, the system is girls have to wait until the guy gets his drink at least. It’s a much more polite way. I always let the guy relax before I go over. I wait until he takes a seat and orders his drink. If I have eye contact with him and he smiles back, I’m 100% sure about my success. So for me, this “jumping” style never works. I was surprised. I even made a joke with my boss that if I want to catch a customer I really need to go outside of the club to anticipate other girls?

2 more girls arrived. These 2 are an updated version of the others. They are waiting for customers in the bar downstairs (the club is 2ndfloor, but the same owner and we are allowed to go there for coffee and stay there a little while) They are talking to guys and try to bring them upstairs. But for me, the “Hello babe, do you want to come upstairs with me and have some private time?” sounds very low class to me. Not to mention that sometimes guys didn’t even realise that upstairs is a champagne club. And the girls can’t be upset when the guy ask straight away about sex. By the way, in Iceland, it has a funny way thanks to the feminists. Law always protects the woman. I as a woman can sell sex. It’s legal. To buy it for guys it’s illegal and they can have problems. And tourists don’t know much about.

This week 2 more girls came. The competition didn’t get any better. Actually now some girls are literally waiting for customers outside the front door and it just happened last weekend that some went for promotion drunk and wearing only a bra top on the streets. (Now probably I need to go till the airport if I want some customers for myself..) 🙂 Definitely low class. I’m not saying it’s wrong. I’m just saying in the club where a bottle of Crystal is 3000 euros(!) this behaviour is cheap. And as I said before we work with our own personalities. My persona is more of a foxy lady, calm and classy and I can not (I can but don’t want) be vulgar just because the others are. If this behaviour is not acceptable to me, I’m not going to put another mask on and start to be more aggressive. For a guy? For a customer? (I always say there will be only one man in this World that I would fight for: my son if I have one.)

Oh dear, so many other clubs on this planet…!

In the Land of the Vikings

I chose this title because here actually funny but I’m experiencing the feminist side of Iceland. At least in the club. I’ve heard before that the feminist movements are strong here and Iceland has had the first openly lesbian prime minister.

So I’m not surprised when local customers (we have lots of tourists but they don’t ask such questions) ask me if I’m forced to do this job. It seems here in this country even harder to believe that a girl like me choose a job like dancing naked and we have nothing to do with prostitution or human trafficking. Actually in Iceland nudity is not allowed by law inside the club, we don’t have a stage for topless shows and during the private dance, I have to keep all my clothes on. It’s more of a champagne club where you buy champagne for the girls and pay for their time spent with you. But it seems the government brainwashed the people here and in public opinion, every club is a whorehouse. That was the reason why the police investigated our club in the past but found nothing. (I’ve heard that was quite a bad reputation for them and it has been in newspapers that they spent thousands of Euros from the taxpayer’s money buying champagne and private time for the girls just to find single evidence.) But some other clubs have been closed down. Here you can read more about this and the topic is currently still on:

http://thesocietypages.org/sexuality/2010/04/03/icelands-abolutionist-stance/

In fact, at work, I’m not forced to do anything or even this is the most relaxed work I’ve ever done since I dance. (I mean from the employer’s side because girls can give me a bit of a hard time.) But basically, I can do whatever I want. I worked in clubs before where I went to the changing room to eat 1(!) biscuit and the manager followed me screaming that “what the hell are you doing here? Get back to work!” Can you imagine when you work with champagne and you need to drink, they make such a big deal about it just because you’re hungry?! Obviously, I will never go back to that club. Here I’m allowed to eat whenever I’m hungry or I can leave the club to buy some food and I can just go behind the bar to make my own drinks. Even Red Bull for free! In other clubs almost impossible to have Red Bull for the dancers because it’s sooooo expensive (?) Here we have coffees, fruits and I can take anything I need. I’m saying that because I find it funny that in the country where almost every people think I’m a slave of the club, I experience the best treatment since I work as a dancer. No one telling me “go to the customer” or “get your ass up from the chair” Nobody checking me up to where I go or what I do in my spare time, and we have a driver to take us to work and go home after work for our own safety. They even take us out for dinner sometimes. So it’s really not the kind of treatment or work environment that people think we get from our boss. This explains why girls stay here longer even in quiet times when the money is not so great. And I’m smiling when I talk to someone who thinks I’m forced to be here. I almost can picture they think we all locked in the basement and forced to go to work.

I just wish more Icelanders would read this post, and maybe it could change their minds.

The Land of Ice and Fire

Someone just encouraged me to share some photos I took during my travels. So here they are. These are my favourites of Iceland from last December.

Chasing the Midnight Sun

Let’s start this story with December last year. I’ve been here in Iceland already. I’ve heard lots of good thing about the club here and I wanted to give it a go. 2 days before my flight the agency contacted me that the club is currently not open, but the owner wants me to come anyway as they can reopen at any time. So I arrived but the club didn’t open the next day or next week either. I spent 2 weeks in Reykjavik hoping that I can work but nothing happened. Finally, I gave it up, enjoyed a few days more as a tourist here and I was heading back to the UK.

The owner was very supportive, he totally understood my situation. I can’t have a bad word about him. I told him I want to leave because it’s just not worth it to spend the money I earned in another country (and if I want to take a holiday I would rather go somewhere warm.) So he booked me the ticket back to London, he gave me money for the ticket I lost (I couldn’t just change the date on the return flight) he booked me a hotel for a night and he sent his driver to take me to the airport next morning. He was absolutely correct!

I was not so disappointed. You always take some risks when you travel. And I found Iceland an extremely beautiful country; cold, but very nice. I met a nice photographer here, we rented a car and he took me to the best places where I could take some breathtaking pictures. I went to explore Reykjavik in a snowstorm, when I got snow, rain, hail and strong wind all in one. But I didn’t mind. I visited the Icelandic Penis Museum 🙂 and the Blue Lagoon. I was disappointed only about one thing: I couldn’t see the Northern Lights as the sky was too cloudy those days. But I decided to come back here in the summer. One thing was in my head and made me think: it can’t be a bad place if some girls can wait here long weeks without work for the reopening because they want to keep their place in the club. If they leave, there is a chance that other girls will arrive and they have to wait for free places. Some clubs work with a limited number of girls because of the accommodation. They care about the girls and they don’t just throw a mattress on the floor saying “you will sleep here.”

So now here I am again. Finally, the club is open! And the country in the summer showing a different face. I landed at Keflavik airport at 23.30. Outside was still daylight. Not sun, but let’s say like a rainy day in England. The night started only around 2 am and soon after there was morning already. Friday night lots of people on the streets. It looks promising. Now I can’t wait to see how is work here! 🙂