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 …
You push your way into a bar. It’s over crowded and probably close to a fire code violation, but the place is so small if a fire started, everyone could get out by shrugging the walls down. Standing at the door to the toilet, a strange, bearded fellow asks if …
Art is everywhere in Iceland. A glass and scrapmetal rainbow ends at the airport, metres from a giant, metal seed. Any random space you pass by in the city is as likely to be decorated with some sculpture as it is to stand empty, rocky and barren. For some reason, …