9 October, 2013

Reykjavik, Iceland

 “These shorts are what happens when you come to Iceland in October and put your swimwear in the laundry instead of the pack.”

Somewhere in the depths of Tuesday morning, several miles above a remote Greenland glacier, I had the realization that I had not packed my swimming shorts.  I could vividly see myself standing in my bedroom with them in my hand, looking at my nearly packed bags.  What happened next will haunt me every time I see these fantastic and cheery shorts that are now my prize souvenir from this land of Ice and Fire.

Just back from the Laugardalur Thermal Pool. Contrary to my fears, I was not the least attractive one there today. I believe my dashing good looks far outweighed the fuschia and turquoise stripes and hibiscus print on my fabulous new shorts. Very relaxed. Great way to spend a couple hours in the afternoon for 550 Kronur ($4.54). There are warm and cool swimming pools, several “hot pots” ranging from 30 to 44 C, a saltwater pot kept at 40C, and a fantastic steam bath. There is a fantastic water slide – 45 steps to the top of the tower – that the serious me tried to avoid. After arguing with myself for a few minutes, I was convinced to try it with the realization that I am here today, and might not have the chance again. What a blast! I quickly rode it four more times, and left with a huge grin on my face.   Apparently photography is not allowed.  I completely missed the sign at the entrance.  I got a couple of decent shots of the facility before a lifeguard politely stopped me.  The Icelandic people are so freakin’ nice!