If there's one thing that's been relevant this winter, it's crampons.
Shoddy work by the local gravel spreaders turned the sidewalks into death traps. Daily adrenaline rush.
Oh you don't say. Reykjavík city seems to have exactly two approaches to icy streets: either build hot water pipes underneath so the streets never ice over at all, or just complete neglect. If there's any gravel it's a light sprinkle that just rolls out from under your shoes, making an already bad situation even worse.
Well at least that looks easier for us English speakers to manage than Eyjafjallajökull
Although I wonder how many will call it "Bardargunga"?
No doubt we'll have all the fun we can. A specifically Icelandic sport is to hold long, weird Icelandic words in front of foreigners and ask them to pronounce them, giggling as they fight their way through them.