We had pre-booked a shuttle from the airport to our hostel so that part was easy. It was a little unsettling when the bus arrived at a depot and the driver told us to get off, without providing more information. Turned out that we needed to get on a mini bus, which would then take us from the depot to the hostel. The hostel was right in the middle of the main Reykjavik shopping street. Another awesome location! We booked a private room and on all accounts this was the best hostel I’ve seen in ages. After researching restaurants in the area we decided on Italian (I’d been craving pasta for days) and we found a little place down the street. No offense to all the amazing home cooked meals we’d had in Sheffield, but most of the restaurant meals we’d had in England sucked. Especially the chips - oily, soggy and the smallest portions of all time. It was a relief to have a delicious, satisfying and value for money dinner. After tea we found a supermarket and bought some crazy Icelandic snacks (photos on FB), made a tour booking for the next day and crashed.
NB – Reykjavik had the coolest smiley face pedestrian lights. Green smiley for walk, Red sourpuss for don’t walk.
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