Back at the foot of the mountain, we took advantage of the midnight sun and had dinner out on the hut’s patio, as the schoolchildren belted out tunes, both Icelandic and English, as one of them played the guitar. I have a feeling the warden cuts off mobile use and wi-fi specifically for us to enjoy moments like these.

Just as when we were about to have our dessert, the schoolchildren asked, “Who is Arn?”, and then proceeded to sing a happy birthday song to a ecstatically surprised birthday boy. Maybe our 30’s is not doomed to be so dim after all.