Exhausted from travel with little sleep you would have thought I would crash for a day. After writing my last post I planned on crashing out. Instead, I joined a small crew from the hostel to “tour” the Reykjavik nightlife. Aparently the Friday evening party starts at midnight. I lost track of them quickly in a 3 story bar/club, but found plenty of locals interested in conversation. Most of them were the tall striking dudes. I may have been getting hit on, but I did not care. And, as usual, it seems like I can rarely escape a bar in a foreign country without befriending a handful of wild Russians wanting to buy drinks and talk about each other’s bullshit government.
When the bar closed it was daylight. It may have been only 3 am but the sun was up and it felt like 7am. The street were full of Icelanders the continued to party on. I finally called it quits and spent a stupid amount of time walking back to the hostel going all the wrong directions nearly helpless without the garmin gps using a soggy map that I believe was meant as a restaurant place mat.
It felt a lot like my early days in Germany. I’m still a rock star almost 30 years later.
When the bar closed it was daylight. It may have been only 3 am but the sun was up and it felt like 7am. The street were full of Icelanders the continued to party on. I finally called it quits and spent a stupid amount of time walking back to the hostel going all the wrong directions nearly helpless without the garmin gps using a soggy map that I believe was meant as a restaurant place mat.
It felt a lot like my early days in Germany. I’m still a rock star almost 30 years later.
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