Goals for My Trip to Iceland Next Week
- Ride some Viking horsies (umm, I have never ridden a horse before, just a pony and a camel)
- Get a massage at a geothermal spa
- See the Northern Lights
- Make some Icelandic friends
- Not die on a glacier
That’s all I got so far. Let me know if you’ve been to Reykjavik and have any recommendations!
I’m heading to Iceland tonight, be back in a week. The first question I’ve been getting is, “Who are you going with?” And the answer is: myself!
I wanted my brother to come with me, since we had so much fun on last year’s Costa Rica adventure, but he couldn’t make it. I’ve traveled alone for business a bit within the U.S. and enjoyed being able to do what I want, but this will be my first solo overseas trip. I’m turning 25 in a few weeks, so I figure I’m a big girl now and I can handle it. I’m looking forward to the adventure.
Hello from Iceland! The land here is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Looking out the airplane window made me feel like we were landing on Mars. The land is flat and gray and cracked like elephant hide, pockmarked with rocks and craters. It is crisply cold here and a bit cloudy, but thankfully not raining like Weather.com said.
The guest house where I’m staying is nice and the owner, a tiny, energetic young woman named Bedda, gave me a hug when I arrived. I met a couple of Aussies from London who are leaving today, and they marveled at the fact that Americans only get 10 vacations days a year (I agreed it’s miserable). When I told my cabbie I was from New York, he said, “Ah, so you’re not really from the United States of America.” There’s only one other person staying here for now and he’s from New York, too.
Most places are closed on Sunday, despite the fact that Icelanders aren’t very religious. I hope I can find somewhere to eat, although there is a bit of food in the kitchen. My theory is that Icelanders are all thin because the food isn’t so great, but I had a chicken and cottage cheese sandwich on the plane and it was surprisingly tasty. I’m planning to head over to the flea market in a little bit and do a bit of exploring from there.
The flea market was meh, but I did take a nice stroll down Laugavegur and went in a bunch of stores and bought some goodies (edible and non-edible). I forgot what the exchange rate is, so I literally have no idea how much I spent on things. I might have bought a $80 T-shirt, I don’t even know (that happened to me in London when I was a teenager, oops). I should probably go figure that out.
I also went in two bookstores in search of this hilarious comic book at the guesthouse called Iceland: “The Land of Ice” by cartoonist Hugleikur Dagsson. I must find and buy it before I leave. Otherwise I might have to steal this one.
Unfortunately, I realized that I forgot to put a memory card in my digital camera and I haven’t been able to find one that fits. I asked a clerk at the bookstore where I might be able to buy one and he said, “There are no camera or computer stores anywhere near Reykjavik city center.” So I can basically only take about 10 photos per outing, before uploading them to my laptop (thank goodness I brought it).
Oh, and I keep noticing my hair smells faintly of eggs because I took a shower and the water is pretty sulfur-y. It tastes pretty good, though (the water, not my hair).