Hokey Pokey

So, yes, just when you think it cannot get any more random, you walk down to the main square of Akureyi and find yourself watching about 100 Icelanders wearing white captain´s hats dancing around to a band. At midnight, they break into the hokey pokey - honestly, and sung in Icelandic. I was flabbergasted. It was a moment to recall the greatest bumper sticker I have ever seen: "What if the hokey pokey really is what it´s all about?"

Now in Reykjavik, waiting for the guys to arrive at Guesthouse 101 after an epic night last night that began with a simple phone call. More on that when I get back to London and this weekend is brought through its grand climax and conclusion.