For elves. Very modern elves.
One of the tricky things about Iceland is that everything in Iceland is Iceland, even global culture’s colonial intrusions into Icelandic space…
… and even so-delicious images of vulnerability and cold set against pan-Scandinavian design…
… but these distractions have a history, and you can find them in the once-busy harbour of Vopnafjörður. There, the old pier is one of the main tourist sights in town.
It’s worth the long trip, for the clarity it brings.
In downtown Vopnafjörður, right across from the slaughterhouse, there’s a fine elf hill. Gunnar Gunnarsson grew up in this neighbourhood. He would have seen this hill everyday, and no doubt climbed it often.
Now, it might be hard to visit a “real” elf here (at any rate, it’s out of your control), but you can visit Gunnar.
He has flowers and birds, and place for you to sit down.
This is a pre-Happy-Camper kind of Icelandic travel. There are a lot of Icelanders honours with their very own copper head in the trees. To visit them is a kind of pilgrimage.