The Dude Abides in Reykjavik

When you hop over to a foreign country, you just wanna grab a cold one, right? Meet up with some cool kids that probably won’t steal your passport or leave you tied to a flag pole or anything?

That Time I Hitch-Hiked To Vatnajökull

This story is one of my favorites, and the inspiration for my kick ass mountain tattoo. I’ve been asked many times what the tattoo symbolizes. I always have the same response. A grin, then a tale about exhaustion, two Icelandic mountain men, and a little bit of drifty magic.

South Wedge | Neighborhoods

The wife beater clad teen yells obscenities at me. We’re standing on South Ave, he’s just approached me and asked to bum a cigarette. I tell him I don’t have one, after asking him to repeat what he said.

Fields of (Dead) Fish

When I first arrived in Reykjavik, I had no idea how much Icelanders loved dried fish. The night we flew in, we went to a local grocery store since it was the only thing that was open. I was starving.  We grabbed some dried fish…safe bet, right? Shortly after, the nomtacular started, a visibly intoxicated man approached my travel partner, Mike. First,…

New Years In Iceland

I desperately tap on my phone. “It’s dead,” I say loudly as someone brushes past me. “Dammit.” The British equivalent of Aziz Ansari, Shami, grins at me and says, “It doesn’t matter. No one will believe you.” He starts laughing, near maniacally as he has all night. He disappears into the crowd of young travelers…