One of the pleasures of international travel is seeing what other nations eat at different meals. This hotel is full of different nationalities making breakfast a brilliant "people watching session".

Let's start with our American cousins. Very easy to spot. Sat in front of gargantuan plates of food pouring highly calorific teeth rotting syrup over pancakes and eggs. They just moan about the "Corfee" not being the same as home.

Similarly, the Brits are also easy to spot. We are the ones squeezing the living daylights out of a teeny weeny teabag in the pursuit of a decent "brew" and dunking marmite soldiers into runny boiled eggs. We are in complete possession of the tomato ketchup bottle.

Next are the Southern Europeans. Their tables are covered in dismembered croissants, pastries and bread with jam smeared everywhere.

In contrast, the Northern Europeans are greedily tucking into anything pickled. Fish, gherkins, beetroot and something unidentifiable out of a jar that smells disgusting.

The Japanese have completely lost the plot! No noodles. So they have to make it up as they go. This morning a little Japanese woman wandered by with a bowl full of muesli topped with cucumber slices and cheese!

Lastly, we have the local Icelanders. Glowing with health as they tuck into huge bowls of Skyr (thick yoghurt) groaning under the weight of blueberries.

God, I hate smugness so early in the morning.

Off to watch whales.