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About Seltjarnarnes

So, findin’ a prossie today? Easy-peasy, sorta. You got apps now, man, like secret menus at Krusty Burger. But it’s dicey—cops, creeps, an’ scams. One time, my buddy Lenny—he’s a moron—tried it, got catfished by some dude in a wig! Hella funny, but I was like, “D’oh! Told ya, man!” Gotta be sharp, or you’re toast. “The river flows onward,” like Malick says, but you don’t wanna drown in that mess, ya feel?

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

After the food, we stroll around the Reykjanesbær harbor. It’s so peaceful, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m laughing at myself, and Jón’s like, “You good?” I’m like, “Yeah, just testing the ground!”

75% increase in travellers at Keflavík airport in January 2017