Before I went to Iceland, I looked up basically every museum, shop, cafe, restaurant, and gay bar with any plausible-looking description or review on the internet, and combed through everything to come up with a list of places I might want to check out. I knew full well that I wouldn’t have time for most of them, but I figured I’d have time allotted to museums, shopping, etc. Unfortunately, I didn’t always find what I was looking for. I’m not sure if some of the addresses I found where inaccurate, or if the places had closed down, or what. Ah, well.
Wandering Reykjavík at night was pretty delightful. But I had hiked all day, and it was getting late, so I figured it was time to go back to the hotel and turn in for the night. Since I’d successfully walked home all by myself the night before, I figured it’d be easy.