So I booked a great hostel (a remodeled industrial factory space on the waterfront) for my one day stop over in Reykjavik, Iceland... and arrived at 2am to find that there was a mix up with my room. They were apologetic and offered me other accommodation, but it was inconvenient and time was running out: i was planning to get up at 6am, shortly after Iceland's crazy early sunrise. I figured it wasn't worth the money to have four hours of sleep or less. So... i joined the handful of local Icelanders sitting up at the bar talking story. It was quite an experience and glimpse into the Icelandic psyche! Haha. The little all nighter crowd dispersed awhile later, and I stayed up writing in my journal until it started getting light at 4:30am, and the receptionist made me coffee:)
An interesting start to my day in Iceland, to say the least:)
