I really tried. I promise you. I really had in mind to write a daily wrap up also for days three and four of my first Eistnaflug experience. But I miserably failed. I was falling into Eistnaflug mode and that means: I stumbled to my tent somewhat between 5 and 8 a.m. four days in a row after I had seen some of the most passionate and remarkable performances I ever attended (and I attended A LOT so far).
The festival summer comes closer quickly! And right before it’s time again for all of us to hang around on filthy camping grounds and dance into the night in front of the stages of this country, we’ll tell you where you can do all this to the music of which Icelandic band.