It’s breakfast in funky Reykjavik, a lamb & ham sub at 3pm.

In the Iceland of the Midnight Sun, day and night become fairly irrelevant.

Enjoying a lazy Sunday off, I’m still pondering whether or not to hike over to the ‘hot pots’ for a soak.

Tomorrow morning I’m contemplating a Puffin McMuffin breakfast before heading back out trekking.

They eat Puffin and Minke in Iceland, don’t you know.