THE LONG WAY ROUND
Last summer I hitchhiked my way round the country, the outer circle of highway number one, first heading south toward the East. I was short on cash so I volunteered to help set up a heavy metal festival in the far east fishing village of Neskaupsstaður. The three day headbanger´s extravaganza is called Eistnaflug (e. flying testicles) and has been growing for the past six years, now with almost a thousand guests transforming the quiet town into a monstrous meeting of metalheads. I squeezed myself into my friend Palli´s (seen below making soup) Volvo and we rode out early on wednesday, aft