Last Thursday began with Iron Maiden’s Bruce Dickinson walking me around the Reykjavik airport tarmac to see ‘Ed Force One’ (the Iron Maiden plane) from all angles. I then flew to Akureyri — after an hour walk-around central Reykjavik — took a car past fjords, snow-capped peaks, fishing streams, water falls to Husavik, to see its penis museum (more later), a whale-watching cruise (puffins galore, a few humpbacks) and then saw these guys: Icelandic horses, all lined up.
Not a bad Thursday.
Robert Reid is Lonely Planet's US Travel Editor and has written 24 LP guidebooks, plus articles for NY Times, Wall Street Journal, ESPN & CNN. He's counted moustaches across Siberia and threw the Manhattan Bridge's 100th birthday party. 
