I Never Went South

The weekend festivities took place (largely) at the ‘I Never Went South’ (Aldrei fór ég sudur) Music Festival in the West Fjords of Iceland.

You know the saying that it is all fun and games until someone gets hurt. It’s a fact.

Fortunately, removing the lower half of one of your incisors doesn’t hurt and fun could be had for the remainder of the weekend.

Welcome to the West Fjords

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Sidenote

Official Story: My friend and I were re-enacting the scene from The Hangover where Stu gets his tooth pulled out and accidentally broke off half the tooth.

Unofficial Story: My friend fell over playing ping pong.

You can decide which you want to believe.

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Picnic spot

There were many prominent figures at the festival and if they weren't prominent then they definitely should have been because they were great. Including but not limited to:

General ambience

Mr Iceland: Present and presenting. Not actually Mr Iceland, but epitomised what a Viking should be complete with shield, sword and a set of lungs that would embarrass even Black Bolt.

 Mr Iceland

Páll Óskar:  He came decked out in a hot pink suit, a serious comb over, glitter cannons and balloons.

Páll Óskar

Hermigervill: Played the theremin. Enough said.

Hermigervill

Retro Stefson: Containing the only two (not quite, but might as well have) black brothers in Iceland. I'm not racist, that's simply a fact - almost.

Retro Stefson

A few tricks that I have learnt from the weekend:

*      A winter jacket is never a good idea in a mosh pit if you don’t want to die of hyperthermia.

*      Always go to the bathroom before entering

*      If you do need to weasel your way back through the crowd, yelling ‘Mum!’ at the top of your lungs has a tendency to get it to part for you (alternatively, if you only have half a tooth, simply smiling works just as well).

The accommodation

Other worldly weekend full of crazy Icelanders, good friends and incredible music.

The outlook

Peace out, Rockstars.