But the highlight was a lot more mysterious. Joanna gave me four photos, a key and a riddle. And I had to find the box which the key opened, somewhere in Reykjavik, using the clues!
On my walk to work I took the sunny route down skölavorðastigur, when I started to see a lot of the same yellow stickers appearing on the side of lamp posts and electrical boxes. I became more excited when I found the exact rusty pole outside the record store 12 Tonar, which I immediately entered and found the same view as the one depicted with the postcards in the window. I inquired about a box that may or may not have been left there. The bespectacled man gave a quizzical smile and looked at my photos. 'These are clyues?' He asked repeatedly. I liked the way he pronounced 'clue', yolky. I came back the next day when I had more time and he managed to produce for me a black liberty bond box from the First World War that Joanna had hidden behind the counter.