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 middle of the floor.
Makronir. The singer’s guitar is labeled in bold, block letters: MAKRONIR
The mystery of what this means won’t be solved until later.
Iceland is great.
(MAKRONIR means “macro” in Icelandic, it seems.)