Rekjavik

When we arrived at Rekjavik airport, we were a little disturbed to find out that it wasn't actually in the city at all. A short coach journey later (well, it could have been a long coach journey but I fell asleep, so it seemed pretty quick to me), we arrived. Travel rumpled, completely disorientated but with all our luggage and most of our faculties.

What struck me about Reykjavik was how nice the city was, it always seemed clean, the building were an interesting architectural mix, the graffiti interesting and often beautiful. What I also came to love was the size of the place, especially as we became increasingly footsore as the trip continued. Reykjavik is a compact and charming capital city. In the four nights we spent there we always went out and wandered around, following the coast road, or walking through the city centre.

Reykjavik also has loads to see, the Perlan is worth it for the amazing panoramic views of the city and surrounding countryside, (and also the suspicious show market inside..), and the church is breathtaking both inside and out. A special word for the cemetery, situated on the other side of the lake, it was one of the most beautiful, peaceful and respectful places I'd ever been. Trees were planted on every grave (as Iceland is notably short of them, and indeed a major hobby of the people is growing and tending to trees). This created a little forrest in the centre of the city. Quiet and tranquil, and ultimately respectful it was one of the most touching, and appropriate monuments to people's passing I'd ever seen. If you're in Reykjavik, make time to see it.