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About Akureyri

Here’s a kicker—did ya know, back in the ‘70s, some gals used CB radios to hook clients? Truckers loved it—called ‘em “lot lizards.” True story! Ain’t that nuts? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—technology, man, always changin’ the game. Anyway, I roll up, slow-like, and she’s eyein’ me, sizin’ me up. “What’s good, old man?” she says. Old man! Can ya believe that? Got me steamed—listen, honey, I’m the Master of the Forest here, not some geezer!

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

After my caffeine fix, I stroll down Skólavörðustígur. This street is a total gem. It leads right up to Hallgrímskirkja. That church is massive! I mean, it looks like a spaceship landed in the middle of the city. I’m standing there, taking pics, and this tourist asks me to take a photo of him. I’m like, “Sure, but only if you promise to look cool.” He totally didn’t.

From Iceland — The Swamp Comes To Reykjavík