I had a twelve hour layover there in high summer nearly thirty years ago. I didn't have any money, so I just wandered around the town in a haze, marvelling at the landscape, the architecture, and the overall weirdness. I loved the sound of the language and the few people I interacted with were very nice and had exceptionally good English. I'm not sure I could take living there because of the winters, but that one endless, bright summer day (at midnight) was glorious!
I passed through the airport, Keflavik I think it's called, back in 1987 when my relatives in Austria paid for me to fly over to Europe. The airport was nice but I didn't see much of Iceland from passing through, obviously. Rob
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