It's 2:30 pm on my 40th birthday: to the keen observer, this statement of fact will adequately summarize the festivities.
I went out. Since it's always daylight, I stayed out.
The perpetual light deceives. It's unmentionably late.
There is a video of me doing tequila shots which shall only ever be seen by yours truly.
I would like a Viking for my birthday.
Why, thank you.
True story: The night before my birthday, the mayor of Reykjavík and his well-heeled clan had his birthday party at the hostel bar. I almost asked him to take a selfie with me--how fun would that be? Me and the mayor of Reykjavík, birthday and hostel buddies--but I couldn't muster the nerve.
On to the tourism highlights.
I learned that Iceland sustains its own produce needs with geothermal greenhouses. They gave the President of Peru a bunch of Icelandic bananas to welcome him on his State visit. And the salads are amazing.