Anastasia Akureyri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Reykjavik

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

Tónlistarviðburðir um allt land

5 days, 4 night event in the Icelandic winter wilderness. The ticket includes transportation from Reykjavik (4 hours) or Akureyri (1 hour) airports to the event.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little place on Hafnarstræti, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

From Iceland — Enfiladed Chambers of Dreams: Visiting the Icelandic Folk and Outsider Art Museum in Akureyri