So it’s now Day Two in Iceland (Wednesday last week): We wake up at 0900 and go to get breakfast (which is included in our booking) and while we’re having breakfast we also steal lots of food to take with us for the rest of the day, because everything is really expensive in Iceland and I don’t mind having stale sandwiches with salami and processed cheese and strawberry jam for lunch, as long as it’s free.
Then we decide to go to the Blue Lagoon, which I think is the most famous landmark of Iceland and it basically involves a lake with hot water that you can swim in even though the air temperature around you ranges around freezing levels. I am not making this up, there are thermometers there and at some point the water temperature is 44˚C compared to 0˚C for the air.
While we’re there, we decide that this will make the perfect setting for our Christmas card this year so we try to take a picture of both of us in that lake, which proves a bit difficult as there is nobody around with dry hands / the willingness to stop what they’re doing and start taking pictures of us. So we set the timer on the camera, put it on a wet rock in the pouring rain and hope for the best. This is the best we can come up with.
At this point I would like to point out that the idea of sending out a Christmas card as a couple is a very tongue-in-cheek one and as far as I’m concerned the more ridiculous it is the better. If I had it my way we would both be wearing sweaters with reindeer on and wooly hats and there would be snow in the background and maybe an open fire and cheesy grins, but I suppose standing half naked in a steamy lake very near the North Pole is also satisfactory.
Last year our Christmas picture also featured a lake, but that was taken just outside London so that is definitely not good enough. Here it is anyway, so you can make your own comparisons. Before we send the cards out I Photoshop Happy Christmas or something on it of course, for that extra ridiculous touch.
Apart from the one picture that we take of the both of us though there are many other pictures that we take of each other in that lake, so here is a selection of those.
My front again I guess:
After all this excitement we go back to the hotel to have a rest and then we go out again and the following things happen:
- We head to the Reykjavik harbour looking for a hot dog place as recommended by Enid, but by that time it’s pitch black and pouring with rain, so we can’t find the hot dog place, the harbour, or the way back so we get lost and walk around for about an hour.
- When we get back in town we decide to get a takeaway pizza instead and the pizza place is fabulously lit up in green neon lights and playing Britney Spears music videos on a TV screen, so we decide to take some pictures while we wait.
- On the way back to the hotel we walk past a shop and we see a group of around 10 women in their 40s-50s knitting together and somehow I get really upset about that and there is nothing more that I want at that point in my life, that to be a middle-aged Icelandic woman gossiping with her friends in the Wednesday night knitting group; talking about our useless fishermen husbands, hoping that it will be a mild winter this year, commenting on a neighbour’s son who moved to London (“I bet he’s back in Reykjavik within 3 months”), planning a trip to the North coast that will never happen.
I have 1 song by Elica Todorova and I've played it 10 times
I have 2 songs by Elliott Smith and I've played them 16 times
I have 3 songs by Elton John and I've played them 6 times