Unexplorable

My first few days of 2015 have been a mix of getting up early to go to work, coughing and spluttering my way through the day (I got a na...

At Christmas, nothing goes down a treat like rum balls do.  Somebody always fills the role of Chief Rum Ball Maker and dedicates a day to...

This post has been a long time coming.  In the hustle and bustle of arriving back 'home', moving things, unpacking, resuming work, I...

A few days ago, I spent a long day in Paris where I walked the stairs of the Notre Dame and ate far too much food.

I'm not one of those people who is a full-blown Francophile, but there are lots of things that attract me to France.  I don't spe...

I just spent three and a half months living in a tiny, rural, secluded village in the north of Iceland, and I learnt a lot of things. ...

Silfra, in case you're not aware, is the spot in Iceland where two tectonic plates are pulling apart, and you can actually get right ...

Iceland has no shortage of 'hot pots', and they can mean just about anything.  It could be a plastic pool with warm water and sli...

This weekend Skagaströnd saw the first stages of the annual horse roundup or rettír.  The hundreds of horses who spent summer living on...

Getting a tattoo in Iceland was an idea that had been floating around my head for a while, but I'm not someone to ask for a line dr...

I've been in this strange place between being incredibly busy, and incredibly stagnant.  

Let me introduce you to an Icelandic word I learnt recently: Sólarhringur.  With this word in mind, let's say goodbye to my Scandinavi...

I have been in Iceland for two months today, which is completely surreal.  The last week brought a flu I'm still shaking off, and th...

For the last couple of weeks I had been flirting with the idea of swimming in the sea.  

As you've probably read or deduced (or maybe you're new... hi!), I'm currently living and working in Iceland since late June....