Oh, midnight sun, we can’t stop drinking about you. The most common question asked by foreigners during Icelandic summers is, “But how do I sleep?” The answer is quite simple: You don’t. At least not if it’s a Friday or Saturday night in Reykjavík.
00:11: The calm before the storm
00:22: The people start emerging from their backyard parties and park hangouts.
02:17: “It tastes even better in a plastic cup!” Hmm…
03:05: Trend barometer spots: glitter and glamour.
03:30: And you can totally get away with wearing sunglasses.
04:10: Strategic “a-quick-hot-dog-mid-the-pub-crawl.”
04:22: Remember to every now and then give your feet a break.
04:31: Don’t forget to make a scene, because that’s your god given right as one of the buzzed.
04:52: We’re still trying to figure out what’s going on here.
04:46: The mandatory heart-to-heart talk in an alley.
05:00: Chill and chitchat at street corners.
05:09: Hang in there bud, time to go home soon.
05:15: Wonder if they had mixed drinks about feelings?
05:30: Sun-gazing pause from raving at Paloma.
05:45: This is where the magic happens. And by magic, we mean food.
05:52: Time to finish that sandwich boat and stagger home.