Seyðisfjörður is one of the most darling little towns in Iceland. It’s full of artists and creative types. Waterfalls are always visible and audible in the background, pouring down into the fjord from three sides of the village. After a few minutes waiting to catch a ride there from Egilsstaðir, we were picked up by two young Icelandic men trying to make the most of their days off. One was on a two month leave from his job on a fishing boat. They decided it would be good fun to take us all the way to Seyðisfjörður, even though they hadn’t been planning on going that way. After picking up a few beers from the store and cracking one open, we drove over a dip in the mountains that leads to the cozy fjord.Having nothing better to do, Kolbeinn and Theodore (except Icelandic spelling?) gave us the “grand tour,” stopping at the scenic overlook and driving all through town. I’ve found that the average Icelander knows quite a bit about their history, literature, and the geology behind the landscape. We were then treated to our first rúnta: aimless driving around the same circuit through town, listening to music (DJ Muscle Boy and The Dead Weather in this case), drinking, and passing the time in a small town.