Remember that time I ran into Of Monsters and Men in Iceland? Me too. Hipster level, expert!
This adventure starts out with an accident. I was supposed to my scheduled horse tour with Iceland Excursions the day before, but I missed the bus. [insert cliche here]
My horse was named Skoola. She was impatient, snarky, and definitely didn’t want me on her back. I’m not sure if she even knew she was a horse. At one point, her defiance caused her to slip on some rocks while crossing a river. For a second, visions of my converse sneakers and live acoustic performances flashed before my eyes.
I didn’t go overboard, and attitude or not, I liked that horse. Skoola liked to trot, and although my groin area regretted that the next day, it was a lot of fun. I got some awesome Instagram worthy pics and saw some incredible scenery decked out in kickass 66 North gear I could never afford.
After we headed back to the ranch, I shed all of my orange cone colored apparel. I was waiting inside the barn for my bus to pick me up for the Golden Circle tour. There I was, fumbling around with my camera, when a scarlet lipped, statuesque girl that looked like she appeared from a 90s Delia’s catalog appeared. She asked me something in Icelandic.
I don’t speak Icelandic, so I gave her a universal “whaaa?” look. She shrugged and walked outside, a few Icelandic looking, equally trendy men in tow.
That group, as you may have guessed, was Of Monsters and Men. I caught up with them and snapped a pic when I had the oh duh moment of who they were. A friend of mine, Adam, is a huge OMAM fan and ironically, showed up the next day in Iceland to explore for a few days. Sorry buddy!
This tale of sore thighs and Icelandic rockstars originally appeared on Triptease.com. As all of the links now redirect to their new home page, I’ve taken my reviews and recycled them for use on my blog.