Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Riding With Fire, Tölting On Ice To Ingólfsfjall

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Rule number one when riding an Icelandic horse: do not use your leg. Or at least, do not use as…

Farmyard Frolics At Pólar Hestar

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I don’t remember Bjartur of Summerhouses pulling wedged-in poo out of a lamb’s bottom whilst a nail perforated his welly-boots…

‘Freaks Are Revolutionaries, And Revolutionaries Are Freaks’

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Terrorists do not usually wear sequined gimp-masks and sparkly leather jackets, nor do they sing in three-part harmonies. Not, however,…

From Plumbing To Poetry To Hard-Hats And Bouncing Back

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Norðurpóllinn bids farewell to its house and looks forward to its next adventure…Rumour has it in Reykjavík that Norðurpóllinn is…

Ain’t No Party Like An OAP Party

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Meet ‘new girl’ Gréta, an 80-something-year-old go-getter who, after being dumped rather unceremoniously in a home for the elderly, soon…