After a quarter of a night spent sitting in exactly the same position, the last thing you want to do is sit. Unfortunately, flying into Keflavik airport doesn’t allow you to immediately step onto the streets of Reykjavik. You have to take a bus, like Airport Direct (they have free wifi), take a taxi, or rent a car to get to the city. It’s approximately a 45 minute drive by the coast offering you your first scenic views of Iceland.
While you take the time to soak in the views of the moss growing on the landscape and mountain formations appearing around the coast, you’ll suddenly arrive in Reykjavik… hungry.
After not eating for over 12 hours you’d take just about anything put right in front of you: a burger, pizza, one of those icelandic hot dogs you’ve heard so much about. That was not the case for my wonder Icelandic friend, Anna, and my new WOW! Air row buddy, Adam. Anna took us to íslenzkiljstinn, a traditional Icelandic restaurant and pub. She suggested that Adam and I order the puffin and whale fin. Before we knew it, Puffin breast and whale fin jerky were sitting right infront of us with unexpected sides like: skyr (icelandic yogurt), goat cheese, moldy cheese, pickled onions, berry jam, local honey, lamb bacon, and rare duck breast. Oh, and let’s not forget to wash all that down with some Icelandic beer. With our bellies satisfied with a few of the delicacies of the country, we decided to drop our bags off and regroup later.
Fast forward several hours and the three of us are walking down a spiral staircase into a room where people with no reservations were being asked to leave due to Bingo. Really, bingo? Enter Sizza Kling: a sassy Queen, who you will give your whole table shots if your cheering appeases her, win playing cards with her face on them just for the way you dance, receiving a necklace for just being able to put your leg behind your head, or getting her praise for actually winning bingo. Needless to say, Sunday Night Bingo at Sæta Sviniđ is the thing to do.
If bingo isn’t your thing or you aren’t quite ready to call it a night, just save two Norwegian siblings from several creepy tourists and you can pop into one of the few bars left open until midnight and listen to cover songs from a local Icelandic man and dance along.
Once the bars shut down, walk yourself down to a hot dog stand and get yourself a hot dog or two. OR you can be like Anna and myself and get Domino’s pizza and coke zero and bring it home and watch Netflix. Just make sure you drink a bottle or two of water and close the blinds, the “Northern Lights” are given a whole new meaning in the summer.