It was mid-afternoon, overcast of course, and I shuffled out of my hostel on Kirkjustraeti for a short walk and some fresh air. I didn’t have a map, and it didn’t really matter. The only aim that day, my first in Iceland, was to work through the jet-lag. A nap, a walk, dinner at dinner time and then a good night’s sleep would do the trick. I had only a couple full days in the country before heading to London (where I had a ticket waiting to see Arsenal play Aston Villa at Highbury), and wanted to make the most of them.
A 1999 trip an unexpected chance to witness Iceland's soccer roots
