Morning arrived and it was just as light as last night. Ali’s nightmare continued with a shower in a shower curtain again and my nightmare started with sulphur showers and showering with a nose peg on. Breakfast of break and cheese (my favourite), and then off for a walk to the church. We went up the elevator to gorgeous views of the city and it’s unique buildings and mountains. We picked up some provisions which cost £20 for bread, cheese and crisps and then drove to Perlan geothermal pods.
On to Hafnarfjordur, where pixies are respected but the map of pixies was £9 and my desire to see pixies doesn’t equate to £9. A drive to Seltan, thermal vents that stank of rotten egs that you could taste, and bubbling mud pots of 200 degrees Celsius. We were warned against walking off of the boardwalks but alas, the tourists risked falling through the earth. The walked the loop, went down a very bumpy brown road, saw Arctic terns and then we finally found the symbol for the Bridge over 2 continents, after going a long way wrong. By this time, the weather took a time for the worse, it was rainy, windy, freezing as I walked over the bridge between the Eruasian and American plates.
Lunch in the car trying to get the feeling back in my fingers, then we visited the Blue Lagoon while the wind was blowing a gale and the rain was pouring. We dashed to the pool in the cold wind after the Icelandic tradition of naked showers, into the wave machine. We spent the entire time trying to find sheltered spots and rescuing ali as we had to force our way through the gale. It was squidgy underfoot from the algae which was a trifle disgusting. We covered our faces in the silica mask that hut your face, and then relaxed. On the drive back to Reykjavik, we passed the most phenomenal rainbow, it was meant to be.
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