Photos: Graffiti in Reykjavik

| July 18, 2012

Creativity flows through Reykjavik like a river. It can be seen in the way people dress, in the music they produce, and in the entrepreneurial ventures they embark upon with a bright-eyed optimism that seems to be a national trait. Indeed, it’s everywhere, including the walls that peel away from the city’s central high street and into its residential lanes like canvases hung in an urban art gallery.

Graffiti art is part of Reykjavik culture, not a vulgar or offensive affront on the city’s buildings. Indeed, it is expressive and clever, decorative and unique, enhancing the city’s façades rather than marring them. And, of course, it’s all free, a collection of imaginative illustrations that provide an easy way to absorb the city’s inherent ingenuity. Here’s a small selection of graffiti pictures from Reykjavik to whet your appetite.

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The best travel experience I’ve ever had was in Laos, Southeast Asia. We’d arrived in the north of the country via a cockroach-infested slow boat on the Mekong River, and decided to head east instead of following most other travellers down the neck of the country. Our journey took us to a small village called Nong Khiaw, a place of staggering beauty and absolute peace, where we stayed for two nights in a bamboo hut that cost about £2 a night; the price included a free cockerel wake-up call. If off-the-beaten-track exists, this is the closest I’ve ever been to it. The travel experience I’d most like to have is completing some kind of impossible journey, probably involving a motorbike and a gigantic hostile expanse like Siberia, or a small boat and the even bigger expanse of the Pacific Ocean. It’ll probably never happen, principally because I can’t ride a motorbike and I can’t captain a boat, but it’d be a great experience nonetheless. Failing this, I’d like to give India a second chance, as I failed to fall in love with it the first time, and I’m desperate to set foot upon African soil for the first time.

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