Reykjavík is one of the smallest European capitals that somehow managed to establish itself as the most exciting place for a drunken night out. Party in Reykjavík begins on a Friday and ends on a Sunday morning. At 1AM, the street of Laugavegur becomes busier than it is even during the most chaotic rush hour, as the residents come out for the weekend warm-up (in the literal sense of the word).
Our starting point of the night was the Boston bar, where we could order a pint of the bog-standard Icelandic beer called Viking and stare at the purposefully kitsch decoration. Next stop is Kaffibarinn, a bar once owned by Damon Albarn of the Blur and Gorillaz fame, now a place with lively atmosphere in the basement and more chill ambient on the top floor. Here is where we proceeded from beer to the Brennivín, Iceland’s signature alcoholic drink made of caraway and potato, rare things that can still grow on the harsh, infertile land of this volcanic island. For post-drinking snacks, we go to Pizza Pronto, at 4AM packed with other alcohol consumers looking to get their desperately needed intake of salt. The night ends with a walk on the coast for some fresh (read: freezing) air that works like a charm to sober us up. In Reykjavik, daylight in November starts around 10AM, a perfect time to cure a hangover at the oldest public bath in town, called Sundhöllin. Feeling the water that is channeled straight from a gayser at some 40C, it becomes clear why Icelanders have no problem dealing with the cold. Unfortunately, my South European self only managed to do it for a week. But once I muster up the strength, I will be sure to return to this surreal place!
Designer district in Laugavegur for amazing shopping and great local designers.