Instead we decided to hit the road as we had a long drive ahead. Thank goodness for the bum warmers, heated windscreens and de-icer tool in the car. I love the look of the snow, but driving on it is a whole other matter, especially the fresh white powder which makes you skid around the road. A few times I went 'dancing in the street' as someone put it.
We stopped off at Stykkishólmur to get a coffee, which then turned into lunch in a lovely little restaurant. The waiter said that very few people visit this time of year...except us. I also got to visit a third cemetary. The drive to Ranga was a little hairy, to say the least. The road was pure white for most of the trip, then we had drifting snow across the road. We swaped at Borganes for Ali to take over on the clear roads. However, what we didn't bank on was the blizzard as we went over the hill into Selfoss. You couldn't see the road, nor the tracks of other cars, the snow was going right into the windscreen and we had a big drop on one side of the road! Not a snow plough in sight either, even though the whole trip has been snow plough after snow plough. Makes you wonder why Britain grinds to a stop, as soon as there is snow here, the ploughs are out.
It felt so wonderful to arrive at Ranga, like we were coming home, everything is so familiar. From the moment we walked in the door, it was as though we were celebs. We didn't have to check in, they have our details on file! Then we went to the bar and Amy, our waitress from last year said 'it's you, you are back!'. Then at dinner, the owner came over to welcome us back and said he would like to book is in for 2072 for our 60th anniversary too! We will be back before then :) We are so at home, Ali didn't even wear shoes to dinner, she went down to the room in her socks.
I can't believe a whole year has past since we were sitting in the Antarctica room, feels so good to be back, an amazing trip down memory lane of the best day of our lives.
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