Pete, Lek, Barry, Keith, Karl and I were sitting in the office when "Big H" (Harvey, The Hermits' manager) made the unexpected announcement - We were going to Iceland to play four shows in the capitol, a city called Reyfavlk!
    And, then, we found ourselves at Reyfavlk's airport very early one very cold morning. It was very quiet as we walked over to customs, when, suddenly, three hundred kids appeared. (They'd waited inside because it was so cold, which was how come they could surprise us so completely). A mini-bus was waiting to take us to our hotel - the only problem being that these 300 fans were standing between us and the bus! We finally managed to get through the fur coats and red noses. On the bus, I took quick count - and discovered that Barry was missing in action! I rushed out, only to find him happily rubbing noses (honest!) with four Eskimos!
    Lek and Keith were the only ones to brave the cold to go shopping. Keith spotted a coat he liked, asked the price and asked the salesgirl to wrap it. Just when she finished, he changed his mind and decided not to buy the coat, after all. The result: He was chased out of the shop!
    Chases seemed to crop up wherever we went on this cold but enjoyable trip. As soon as the boys got on stage for their first show, Pete was dragged off stage and into the audience. He made it back up, only slightly shaken, when they tried it again. This time, the six guards on either side of Peter disappeared - and haven't been heard from since! As soon as the last number was done, the guys ran for their lives off the stage. They made it, but the microphones and two of their three amplifiers didn't.
    While we were waiting to return to the hotel, we noticed that people were coming back into the theatre - which seemed strange because the next show was at least three hours away. Turned out that in between "live" shows, they showed films. So, we quickly took seats and watched the movies instead of going back.
    We decided to take a quick trip to the famous Sutsey Volcano. But when we got to the airport to see the size of the plane we were taking, Keith and Barry wanted to put the trip off. They finally agreed to go on the threat that they'd keep me up all night if they got airsick! As we approached the volcano, we were as low as 70 feet! But Pete wanted to go as low as 35 feet so that we could take pictures looking right into the smoldering crater. Even the pilot didn't go for that, and we quickly climbed back to a less frightening height. Barry kept muttering, "The sooner I get my feet on the ground, the better I'll feel."
    Karl couldn't make the last show; he wasn't feeling too well. So, Keith played bass instead. The audience understood when we explained the reason why, and the show worked out very nicely.
    The next day we left Reyfavlk, with many warm memories and very cold noses. And one fact we'll never forget: Eskimos do rub noses! (And it's fun!) We're thinking of starting the happy habit in England!