When it comes to partying way north of the equator, Iceland's capital is the tits. But lest we get ahead of ourselves, Reykjavik is no frostbitten Ibiza. Sure, many nightlife venues come with a 6am closing time, but they're also sequestered to the centrally located Laugavegur street and its confines (making for one of the world's easiest bar crawls). Hobnob with celebrities at Rex or see what Bjork's people look like naked at Strawberries Champagne Club. After a night out here, you'll be too drunk to care that the Hákarl you're eating spent three months rotting in the ground.
- Zachary Feldman