Reykjavik has murals. Some are city sponsored, some are commercial, meant to advertise a business, and some are volunteers, quite close to “tagging” or conventional graffiti. Each category has some outstanding items.
At the Skuggi Hotel, where I stayed my first two nights in Iceland, one of the counter people told me that somewhere in the city there was a rainbow unicorn mural. She didn’t know quite where, but I found it, diagonally across the street from the Reykjavik City Hall.
Iceland’s Keflavik International Airport is a stopover for many flights heading into Europe. Sometimes the stopover can be as long as 24 hours. Clever, enterprising Icelanders saw an opportunity here, and put together a smorgasbord (yes, that’s an attempt at a Scandinavian pun) of tours for the stopped-over traveler. I’m going to provide a link to Gray Line Tours so you can get an idea; we used them and liked them, but they are not the only tour providers, by far. Here’s a sampler:
- The Golden Circle tour, which lasts about eight hours, takes you to the continental rift, Gullfoss waterfall and Geysir, with its mineral hot springs and its active Strokker geyser.
- A Blue Lagoon (no relation to the ancient Brooke Shields movie) tour, billed as “all day” which for an additional charge provides spa treatments.
- A Northern Lights tour.
- The Game of Thrones tour, which lasts about six hours, and takes you to locations from the hit HBO series.
- Reykjavik city sightseeing tour, which lasts about three hours.
- A beer tasting jaunt as an Icelandic brewery.
- A foodie tour in Reykjavik, featuring Icelandic cuisine.
They should add a Murals of Reykjavik tour. I think it would sell out.
The flying men was the first mural I saw. It was one block down the street, across the street, from my hotel.
The blood-sucking demon was the first one that caught my attention, in the sense of, “Wait! There are murals in this town!” It’s on the shopping street.
Three comic-book figures decorated panels of an exterior wall of a business on the south side of Snorribraut. I suspect, based on no information, that they represent a character or a characteristic of the business itself.
When Linda and I looked at this with only our eyes, we both saw figures with human heads. My excuse, and I’m sticking to it, is that the Continental Rift had eaten my glasses. Linda was wearing hers, though. It is only when we each looked at our photos that we grasped that they were birds. And, I mean, they’re obviously birds. Some strange optical illusion was happening there. It may have had something to do with where we were standing before we each moved back to take a picture.
On our walk back from The Pond to Skulagata, I saw this. It’s a “volunteer,” but I love it. Sometimes our best art tool is words.