“This is my favourite spot in the whole of Reykjavik”, Jon told me as we looked out towards the lighthouse. Located just a few minutes drive from the centre of town, it was almost as if you were in the countryside. “When I was young, you could come here and no one else was around. […]Read More So Much In Such A Small Space
Twenty-something years ago I remember seeing a photograph in NME or Melody Maker (I can’t remember which) of Damon Albarn from the group, Blur. The full-page photograph was of him swimming at The Blue Lagoon, outside Reykjavik. Over the next few months, I became somewhat obsessed with the photograph. I’d never heard of The Blue […]Read More Blue Lagoon, Iceland
“Ooooh mate, it’s a crook one”, I heard the nearby bloke say (in a distinctly Australian accent), as he and his mate looked at the only “human exhibit” in the Phallological Museum of Iceland, or as I like to call it, “The Dick Museum”. The look on their faces said it all. It did look […]Read More The Icelandic Phallological Museum
“I’m not old enough to remember, as I was only thirteen years old when the law changed…” the barman told me when I asked what happened before the mid-1980s removal of the beer ban in Iceland. “But I do know”, he added, “we used to have light beer that people used to add vodka to, […]Read More Before We Had Beer
ppost Not exact opposites, but still a long way away from each other.Read More Not exact opposites…
On the top floor of the tower of the main church in Reykjavik (The Hallgrímskirkja), I suddenly realised today why Iceland is called Iceland. Last night I felt quite warm, as I was seated chatting to a bloke in my local thermal pool. He told me they’d enjoyed reasonably mild winter here (with hardly any […]Read More So That’s Why They Call It Iceland?
When you’re in a new town or city, a place you’ve never been before, you should always head first to the main church and to the main public arts building. In towns and cities where there aren’t too many sky-scrapers, the main church usually has an excellent view of the city. In a more modern […]Read More Reykjavik, Iceland
I wasn’t entirely sure why the train trip from Amsterdam to Copenhagen would take fifteen hours. Leaving at 7.00pm on Sunday night and arriving at 10.00am Monday seemed like an awfully slow train. I booked it because it was the easiest, cheapest way for me to get from Amsterdam to Copenhagen. Yes, I know I […]Read More From Amsterdam to Reykjavik