Carol on the Rocks
11.08.2016 - 30.08.2016 57 °F
Jet lag is a bitch, I tell ya. You can hardly keep your eyes open through dinner and then you can’t sleep more than a couple of hours over night. Sheesh.
We’re staying in a charming country inn in Hella. It is almost the only thing in Hella, or within 50 miles, so it’s a good thing that it has its own highly rated restaurant. We are eating very well here. A lot of fish, some lamb and chicken all very fresh and expertly prepared and presented. But they don’t give this stuff away. Food is expensive here – we were warned it would be so. However, since Iceland and Scandinavia are almost cashless societies, I am paying by card and am remaining oblivious to the amount I am spending on food and wine. Don’t want to tarnish the experience, after all.
Today was a travel day – we bused around the southern part of the island to visit a national park at the foot of the Vatnajolull glacier. It was really beautiful, but it was a long ride for a short viewing. I think that was just a time fill until we were scheduled to board one of those amphibious open-air truck things that drive right into the water. And the water it drove into was an iceberg filled lagoon at the foot of a glacier! Now THAT was an amazing experience! There were about 25 tourists onboard and when the vehicle hit the water we were all able to stand up and mill around taking pictures of the strange shapes and beautiful blue colors of the icebergs floating all around us. Iceland is a bit overwhelming. The word “surreal” keeps coming to mind.
You might be noticing that I am naming very few of the names of the places we’ve visited. It is not because I don’t want any more people to come here and spoil the pristine beauty (although that is a thought), it is because Icelandic is impossible to pronounce or spell. I think nouns are required to have sixteen letters and at least six syllables. For instance, remember that Icelandic volcano that disrupted air travel in 2011? That was the Eyjafjallajokull Volcano. It is not pronounceable, but they tell me it sounds like “I think I lost my yogurt”.
It’s kind of a long ride back to the hotel. I hate to complain, but you know me. . . .as I am sitting here on the bus, Rosemary is basically interviewing the driver (I can’t bring myself to call him a guide). I think she is trying desperately to provide her troop with a bit of an education on the country. Understand, Rosemary’s ladies tend to be very curious about politics, economics, culture, finance, etc and we expect an education while we travel. But this is getting ridiculous, it’s like trying to pull teeth to get him to elaborate on a subject. He mostly answers yes or no. Plus we drive by wonderful scenery and outrageous natural geological phenomena and he says nothing. OK, I’m done. I’m lucky to be here at all.
Off to bed – I may give up and take drugs to get seven hours. Right now I’m drinking wine. “Alcohol may intensify the effect”. Yahoo!