Currently, Christine and I are blogging from the car (we got 4g wifi like ballers and didn’t realize until day 2 that we could actually remove the device from the car and get a hotspot). We’re trying to decipher the difference between hairy rocks, horses, and sheep out here in the darkness, but mostly it’s just snow, black lava rock and geyser fog. When we googled what word to use after geyser there (smoke, steam, fog, the works) we found out you could order Geyser fog machines for parties and relive the Iceland experience.
Any who, I thought this was the perfect time to capsule our first two days in Iceland. We’ve hit up all the tourist attractions pretty much these last two days. The Blue Lagoon turned our hair to straw, and there ain’t no magic conditioner that’s going to turn it back to gold. Not that this is the only thing we remember from the Blue Lagoon.
The Blue Lagoon is a geothermal heated hot spring that appears suddenly on the horizon about twenty minutes from the airport. A few roundabouts later (literally) and you can be out of those cabin air clothes and into a giant salty hot tub. The silica is a bit overpowering, but they serve drinks at a swim up bar which makes it “hella” worth it. Plus, drinks everywhere else in Iceland will break the bank, so you might as well choose at least the “comfort” level at The Blue Lagoon because with that level you get a free drink, algae mask, and a towel. Probably the towel is the most important part of that combination because in winter, Iceland is like a frozen tundra.
Plus, trust me, you need the algae mask after a girl in a 1950s flowered bathing cap offers you a silica mud mask and your face dries up like a porous rock. Not saying it wasn’t worth it because it felt great, but I’ve been a piece of sawdust for the last two days. The cold doesn’t help. We floated like ghosts through the steam for about three hours, or until pruned, and headed out to forcibly not nap.
The force was with us though because we found our way to the city and had a nice lunch at Glo with liquid nitrogen salted caramel ice cream afterwards at Joyland.
What I love about Iceland so far is that there’s so much rich history. Almost everything is sustainable or made from Green Energy. It looks like the moon (or what I would imagine that the moon looks like). You never know when a mountain will just pop up on the side of your car. We’ve been driving this little roadster called the Suzuki Jimmy and Christine WHIPS it around roundabouts like a bumper car. And this country is just MAJESTIC.
Tomorrow I’ll write about our hike through the National Park (in which I thought I was cast into Game of Thrones), our first (and probably last) taste of tectonic plate glacial water, the TOMATO FARM, the lies behind Instagram’s Iceland bloggers aka the Northern Lights, and our Suzuki Jimmy. Plus, the discovery made that sunsets and sunrises probably take the same particle amount of beautiful to make you miss home anywhere in the world.