You get lost. The bus takes you into what might be the suburbs of Reykjavik instead of the Saga Museum. You expect that the museum stop will be easy to notice and it’s not until you’re on some strange Reykjavik highway that you start to wonder if things have gone …
You’re walking down a street in the rain, looking for someplace to duck in out of the cold when you hear drums. Drums, and the faint throb of a bass through a wall. Around the block, you walk into a tiny record store, where a band is playing in the …
Entering a town square in Reykjavik, you come upon a mass gathering of small schoolchildren. They wear yellow safety vests with their school name emblazoned across the back like little hockey players. A police escort leads them into the square where they arrange into a pattern of lines and a …