First (only) visit: December 1994
Going to this northern country in December is obviously pure folly. All I remember is dreadfully expensive food which meant I needed to resort to the bakery to have a bite to eat. Reykjavik looks like a city for dolls, like a model for a miniature railway, all neat and perfect, somehow lacking essence though. I need to see this in summer to assess its true nature.
Highlight: The bare white church on the hill in Reykjavik, truly evoking God.