NEW LOCATION: REYKJAVIK, ICELAND8/15/2009
Who knew a mere 4 1/2 hours on a plane bound from New York took you from temperate deciduous to volcanic void? I didn't. The barren feeling of a country the size of England with 1/200th of its population was underscored by our 11:50 pm arrival at an airport missing not only people, but all of my luggage. Who knew an Icelandic August could be colder than hell? I didn't, but I sure do now.
8/16/09
8/16/09
We spent the morning doing an unofficial self-guided walking tour of the city, witnessing several local attractions. Blondes, mostly. In all seriousness though, it's very easy and interesting to see how the modern city evolved from what I'm sure was at one time a small whaling outpost.
Though difficult to really articulate, the flat landscape and absence of buildings above 4-5 stories gives the impression that the sky is so much bigger than the city. I can't say I've felt that elsewhere. Of note: the local store for mature women, "sexy grandma," can turn flab and cellulite into covered flab and cellulite. Marked improvement!
Though difficult to really articulate, the flat landscape and absence of buildings above 4-5 stories gives the impression that the sky is so much bigger than the city. I can't say I've felt that elsewhere. Of note: the local store for mature women, "sexy grandma," can turn flab and cellulite into covered flab and cellulite. Marked improvement!
That night, we went to Iceland's arguably most famous attraction, the blue lagoon. The water is actually runoff from a nearby geothermal power plant, and is a cloudy carolina blue. The minerals bleach the surrounding igneous rock chalky white. Since the water stays around 100 degrees (38 c) year-round, Icelanders spend the winter months bathing in both the water and perpetual darkness, staving off the bone-chilling cold and inclination to take their own lives.Music: Death Cab- Transatlanticism
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