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So Much In Such A Small Space

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“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. But now they’ve put in a path, and lots of people come here to walk their dogs”, he added.

Jon is a friend of a friend who has lived in Reykjavik most of his life, aside from a few years living in Canada during the early part of the 200s.… Read the rest “So Much In Such A Small Space”

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Blue Lagoon, Iceland

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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 Lagoon before then, and the image of a large, oddly-coloured blue, steaming swimming pool fascinated me. In hindsight, it was probably that image which sparked my interest in visiting Iceland.… Read the rest “Blue Lagoon, Iceland”

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The Icelandic Phallological Museum

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“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 a bit “crook”. You could be forgiven for thinking the shrivelled lump of white flesh in the container was anything but a penis.… Read the rest “The Icelandic Phallological Museum”

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Before We Had Beer

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“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, and that’s wrong in oh so many ways”.

He was the barman and co-owner of “Litla Gula Hænan” (The Little Yellow Hen).… Read the rest “Before We Had Beer”

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