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Hanging out in Iceland

Iceland is a nation of just 325,000 people, and 80,000 horses. A person's wealth is measured not by the car he drives or the size of his house, but by the number of horses he cares for.

There's very little class distinction here. The mayor of Reykjavik's kids go to to public school, along with everyone else. Presidents of banks socialize with their farmhands, and everyone just gets along. Sometimes the main streets get loud with rowdy nightclubbers on a Saturday night, but the crime rate is one of the lowest in the world.

In 2013, for the first time ever, the Reykjavik police fired on and killed a man who was shooting at them with a shotgun. Then they apologized to the man's family and underwent counseling to handle what they had done.

Imagine if the LAPD apologized to everyone they got rough with. The contrast is refreshing.

A Random Week in Iceland

On Tynan

My favorite way to travel is to land in a new country with no plans whatsoever, improvising as we go. That's what we did in Iceland.

I've always wanted to go to Iceland, probably because it's remote and I perceived it to be a weird place. With clever routing you can go there for free any time you book a flight between Europe and the East Coast.

Knowing what happens when we don't plan, we rented a small station wagon, thinking that the three of us-- Todd, Christophe, and myself-- could sleep in it if necessary. Without so much as heading to Reykjavik to connect to the internet and get our bearings, we headed off to the countryside.

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