LOST ON THE FAR SIDE
As Palli´s white station Volvo made it´s noisy way across the mountains from Neskaupsstaður to the northernmost of the east fiords, Seyðisfjörður, I tried to peer through the haze of events that the Eistnaflug metal festival had formed in my head and plan my next moves. My mates assured me that I would have some place to stay in Seyðisfjörður and could survive there for a week, and then head home eventually. The town is as far away from Reykjavík as you get in Iceland, and was at some point an alternative capital. Luckily Reykjavík was picked, as Seyðisfjörður is surrounded by majestic m