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Once introduced as a hippie journalist who believes a dance party can solve any problem. Reporting from Pakistan, Mississippi, Arkansas and Standing Rock. Mostly at VICE. Feminist. Travel notes & photography from Iceland, Mexico, Italy & around. Sometimes talking about music & stuff that would interest Gen-X -cusp- millennials.

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Iceland: Reykjavik Arts Festival and clubbing

 You wander through woods, coming first to a small fishing boat lined with hay and fur that you curl up inside (it's so cozy and sweet-smelling), listening to birdsong. You leave reluctantly and stumble upon a hut. Inside the hut, you smell and hear fire and burning sage, but it's nearly pitch black. As your eyes adjust, you see a woman swathed in cloth, but for her eyes. 

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Iceland: Akranes and Reykjavik

We had a late lunch at Kaffi Vinyl, the city's only all-vegan restaurant, which is also a coffee shop (people seem comfy hanging for a bit and bringing their dogs) and a record store. We were lucky enough to be in town for the Reykjavik Art Festival, so afterwards we hit up The Nordic House for The Weather Diaries opening.  

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Iceland's Hverfjall, mini-craters, folk art, Akureyi and another fabulous pool

We had complementary tea and cookies before exploring several airy rooms of life-sized sculptures (by artist Ragnar Bjarnason), cross-stitches, garish paintings and a collection of graphite carvings so tiny you need a magnifying glass (including the world's smallest toilet, complements of Jaroslaw Lenski).

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Myvatn, Iceland: Nature Baths, Elves and Sleeping on the Moon

It was early evening, and as always, we were up for cramming more adventure in the day. So we went to Dimmuborgir ("Dark Castle") and wandered winding paths through the kingdom of the elves. The techy explanation is "unusually shaped lava formations," but this place was seriously Gondolin.

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Myvatn, Iceland: Grjotagja, Dettifoss and Godafoss

It's an easy walk through desert scrub, with a fantastic view of Sellandafjall Mountain in the distance. At one point, there's a barbed wire fence with a rickety ladder to help you over. Have I mentioned how much I love, love, love these Icelandic walks through wide, open spaces?

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