Our group of four got cut in half, so Nikky and I headed out to Helgafell by ourselves. Worked out very well. A curious cat, Nikky happily agreed to explore the little gorge on the north west slope, which I'd always just lazily walked past. This worked out very well! It turned out to be quite a pleasant walk, up into the plateaus and nooks and crannies on the less touched flanks.

We even found what looked remarkably like a Helicopter landing pad marker, growing out of grass. A big green H, loitering on a flat bit of hill side. From there we continued our merry way up the north west ridge, scrambling onwards and upwards, being much more adventurous than normal. It was almost like being back in the mountains somewhere.

For a nice pat on the back after being so adventurous, we headed off to check out the culture night, being put on at the Ásatrúarfélag house, out in Siðumúla. For a measly 500kr, we got hotdogs, coke, and the best seats in town, for three bands. (We missed the first one) Narfur were up first, all sharply dressed and rocking out. Covers, but covers with style. Covers with leaping around the stage, and lots of guitars. These guys were rock enough to have a full complement of groupies, just the way it should be to be in a teenage rock band.

Tilburi followed, with the best mo in reykjavik, and some great guitars, solid Dillon rock. Unfortunately, somewhat let down by a singer who seemed to be fronting the wrong band. (They still deserved better pictures of them than I have) Unexpected gems followed however. Pönkbandið Fjölnir came to the stage, claimed that the ties they wore were their funeral clothes, and that this was because it was the last time they would be able to play punk. "Punk is dead"

And so was delivered an onslaught of punk, rock, ballads, stage directions, waves, vocal parts for the audience, guest guitarists, and all the mayhem you can get up to as far away as, and beyond, the reach of a guitar lead. Stories, advice, jokes, and a whole lot of rocking.

But, that's not all! As the flyer clearly states, this night was a night of culture! Between every set, we had a sharply dressed MC reading poetry!