Author: Charlie Winters - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Horoscopes can’t be all bad, but these come the closest Case-4-24, it’s been sitting on your desk for a while….

In the woods of Iceland, a figurehead stands at a podium wrapped in gold-adorned silk. The congregation kneels before them…

The lights are burning straight into my eyes. One wobbly step at a time I click-clack onto the stage like…

Don’t fear your fortune (or do, it’s up to you) The Dark Lord Skuggamyrkur’s armies are beating down the forces…

The evolution of luxury tourism is just one eruption away The azure waters wash over you. The innate healing properties…

When you arrive the first thing that you notice is that the sun never sets on this queer little island….

On public toilets and public decency in Reykjavík We’ve all been there, running around with a wide-eyed look using all…

You say to yourself, “Slow breaths… in through the nose… out from the mouth… þetta reddast… it’ll all be fine.”…

Dear reader, you are in danger. For they have returned. Ready your garlic, your stakes, your pitchforks, your torches. They…

A helpful guide to concert etiquette The pounding baseline echoes in your chest. You can catch glimpses of the stage…

Witches cackle as they exchange snus on the corner of Hverfisgata. A werewolf tries to charm the sexy nun under…

Uncovering the physics and intrigue of Reykjavík’s transit system Time doesn’t seem to pass as you hold your phone to…

The end of days in the North Atlantic Day 5012 since the great disappearance. The metal shell of this braggi…

Waves crash against mossy stones. Plants sprout from every corner of this lush natural landscape. The squawk of seagulls intermingles…

Discovering the secrets of the swimsuit dryer The wet feet shlop against the tiled floors. Water from the showers batters…

The husks of empty cars lie silent and unmoving. The painted lines meet in jagged corners marking acceptable parking spots….