Iceland: Day 3

Damn, it’s been a long time coming. But enough about my sex life.

Alex and I were not-so-rudely awoken on New Year’s Day by fireworks. At eight in the morning. It’s a testament to the human character that we can be so excited about new things, we’re willing to forego sleep and celebrate for eight hours straight. Well, I say ‘we’; I was sleepy. I’m evolving towards hibernating for the winter.

After a hearty breakfast in the dark (Iceland gets four hours of daylight during the winter at most), we piled into a small coach, to be transferred to a bigger coach and taken to the Blue Lagoon. Now, if you watch my sarcaschicks videos, you’ll hopefully have at least an idea of what it was like there. Imagine, if you will, splashing in a hot bath which smells vaguely of eggs. While you’re in said relaxing, smelly bath, you’re also prancing around in a swimming suit with your dangly and squishy bits one wrong move away from being exposed. Now imagine doing these things OUTSIDE IN SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS.

When the bottom half of your body is submerged in water at 40 degrees celsius and your top half is turning blue if you keep it above water for too long, you know you’re in a batshit place.

The Blue Lagoon was incredibly relaxing, once I got over the initial novelty. If ever your plane has a layover at Kevlavik airport, giving you a few hours to kill, visit the Blue Lagoon. It’s 20 minutes away by coach and you will never want to leave. Although I recommend not wearing glasses while in there. They kept steaming up something awful. If anyone has developed miniature windscreen wipers for specs, please to let me know. I don’t understand why they’re not commonplace for the visually-bereft.

Talk to you guys soon! <3

- Becky
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