Spotlight Destination - Johnny Be - The Water Child
A
s the Gulf Stream flows north greeting all in its
that the cheap wine of time may be regurgitated as if on
path with a warming embrace, I find myself in
cue.
rural Iceland, a land preserved by its very geog-
raphy, rhunes and attractions intact. Remoteness hangs
Sitting comfortably atop a roughly hewn log stool in Kex
in the air like Atlantic salt, you can almost taste it, a pinch
Hostel, just off the main drag of Laugavegur, I ponder
of brutality balanced by a generous serve of honest fun,
my glass of Einstök Toasted Porter, a coffee and choco-
the metallic aftertaste magically flint-like in its ability to
late flavoured Icelandic Lager and local miracle, this his-
conjure up images of Viking rituals, Nordic pride, flaxen-
torical conundrum: is it half empty? Is it half full? Or just
haired warriors and fair- skinned brides. Dark waters en-
a half pint in a land of contradictions and laughter? In
velope history itself, safe and complete in the knowledge
the rest room I wash my hands, a glistening soap made
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