Hot springs? Tick. Midnight sun? Tick. Ice and snow? Not so much.
I’m a big fan of careering off on illogical adventures at relatively short notice, so when my housemate James asked me about a fortnight ago if I wanted to come to Reykjavik for a free Bjork gig I mightily hit the “YES” button with mahoosive portions of enthusiasm. The first thing to hit me about…