Wrecked-javik
So, it’s official – Iceland is amazing. I should say, “Don’t read this – just go,” but that would defeat the object of having a self-indulgent blog.
We got up on Tuesday morning in order to go dirt biking. The weather was crap, even for Iceland, it was very cold and raining. As it was raining I put on my 3/4 length shorts in accordance with my theory of ‘there’s nowt worse than wet jeans’. We headed down to the lobby where the tour guide met us, a lady byu the name of Heidi. She looked at me, pointed to my legs and said in a very confused way, “You’re wearing shorts.” I acknowledged the statement but she now thought I was just taking the piss. “But this is Iceland. And it is October.” After a quick reassurance of waterproof clothing Heidi persuaded me to pop my jeans on, and I’m soooo glad she did.
The dirt biking was about 30 minutes away and it was all uphill. The temperature was 2 degrees with a northerly wind and light rain however the rain eased off a little and we enjoyed the spectacular Icelanding scenery 
whilst on this beast of an all terrain vehicle. Jeremy Clarkson always bangs on about how machines should make you feel like a ten year old and my God this did! We couldn’t get too many pictures because we were enjoying it so much to stop but the pictures really don’t do it justice. The only downside was that I lost all the feeling in my fingers because of the ridiculous weather.
It was then back to the hotel via a cafe for a much needed mug of coffee 
and we booked our next trip to the Blue Lagoon – it’s a geothermal spa and it’s huge. Another of Iceland’s wonders that a hot natural spa can exist in this country. It’s well worth ‘Wikipediaing’.
So after a couple of hours there we decided to do the Icelandic thing of getting battered in our room before heading out. We cracked open the Duty Free and got on with it. The rest is slightly hazy however the wierd Reykjavikians were still out drinking coffee in bars with their laptops at midnight on a school night.
We did manage to have a stroll to see the newly lit Imagine Peace Tower 
that was fired up for the first time on Tuesday. It’s the brain child of Japanese Hanger-On Yoko Ono and lit on Tuesday as it’s Lennon’s birthday. It’s a magnificent sight and I suppose we are really lucky that this has happened during our stay – again, well worth a wiki. It’s to be lit every year from 9 October until 8 December (the not-so-happy day in Lennon’s life).
After that the evening was spent making sure I felt rough this morning. The journey thus far has been interesting – I was nearly sick on the bus, VERY nearly sick on the plane and I am now in Gatwick waiting for my Manchester flight, it’s a bit delayed so I’m on the Bloody Marys. (Unsure as to the spelling – please vote in the poll on the right). I tried to blag my way into the BA lounge but they were having absolutely none of it.
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