There’s something everyone experiences when they visit they visit The Icelandic Phallological Museum in Iceland. A special moment that no matter where else you visit in in the world, you’ll never, ever forget.
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?
Shortly after one arrives in Iceland, one realizes a simple truth: food is really f$%#ing expensive.
During my last trip to Iceland, I didn’t go to The Blue Lagoon. I don’t remember why, it just didn’t work out. I was cool with it. Whilst hitchhiking, I happened upon Myvatn Nature Baths – basically the same thing, but smaller. Plus, they had cake there.
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.
Any hipsterisms or trendy jokes would just diminish the incredible value in visiting Harpa. It’s gorgeous. Everywhere you look – these intricate, geometric patterned windows that you just don’t get tired of looking at.
Here I am, on top of a volcano overlooking the Krýsuvík Geothermal area. This was my first tour with Iceland Excursions, and we ventured out into Southwestern Iceland in to find the origin of standard backgrounds that come with Apple software updates.
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…
“Something is happening,” says Villy. “We’re not sure what this area will look like in ten years.” Villy, the Iceland Excursions tour guide, is driving us to Grindavík, a small fishing village outside of Reykjavik. He informs us that all of the mountains we see in Iceland are indeed, volcanoes, some still at risk of…
Imagine being just five hours away from your dream. Then, three hours, then just two. The plane ride from Boston to Reykjavik felt like forever, and before long, it was just 19 minutes. We were landing in Iceland in just 19 minutes. It’s hard to explain how I felt the first couple of days in…