The Icelandic language has a timbre that evokes an image of fish flip flopping on the deck of a fishing vessel, each syllable a gentle wet patter.
Each room we stay in that has a double bed also has two duvets, I can only assume so that if one of the bed's inhabitants steals all the duvet, the other isn't then deprived of warmth and doesn't meet a hypothermic and frost bitten end.
If you run the water hotter than luke warm it becomes infused with a sulphurous scent.
There is wi-fi everywhere.
There is something satisfying about capturing a spherical panorama, its like the photographic equivalent of a snow globe.