Riding from Keflavik Airport to Reykjavik, I became hypnotized by the landscape's bleak, desolate beauty--where lone, deserted concrete structures dot the barren, snow-covered rocky hills. Before approaching Reykjavik proper, you're invited into the country's folklore with signs reading "Viking Town" and "Elf Town," juxtaposed by modern, brutalist industrial structures and towering glass monoliths. It's a […]
Riding from Keflavik Airport to Reykjavik, I became hypnotized by the landscape's bleak, desolate beauty--where lone, deserted concrete structures dot the barren, snow-covered rocky hills. Before approaching Reykjavik proper, you're invited into the country's folklore with signs reading "Viking Town" and "Elf Town," juxtaposed by modern, brutalist industrial structures and towering glass monoliths. It's a […]
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