Day 4 of Iceland (Is what I’m blogging right now. I’m living Day 5.)
Our day starts with a refreshing dip into Nauthólsvík, a geothermally heated beach with imported Moroccan sand. They had to import the sand or the beach would just be volcanic rock, which is painful to walk on barefoot.
Also, we have two maintenance workers in yellow jackets hanging out. Not to enjoy the hot pots or anything. It’s broken where thye’re sitting and they want to figure out why.
Now let’s play a game called “Where’s C. C.?” I know, it’s a challenge to find me in a hot pot full of middle schoolers, but I’ll give you a hint: I’m the one with the vintage-style maroon swimsuit and the sunglasses.
This is the part of the beach where the hot-pot water meets the ocean water, warming it.
But not by much!
My dad happened to get a picture of this poster right near the showers. I missed it when I went in.
Should I get myself checked?
Then I went to the infamous ICELANDIC PHALLOLOGICAL MUSEUM!
Which I will be putting in a separate post, under a “Read More” tag, because I realize that preserved male mammal genetalia is not something everyone wants to see.
With that done, I went into a Red Cross store to see if they had any Icelandic wool sweaters in my size. They didn’t, but they did have this cool looking old fashioned book.
Iceland definitely has a cool sense of fashion, if these display windows are anything to go by.
The facade of the 73 restaurant…
Another Iceland tourism PSA…
A fence of gloves flipping off the passerby…
And “Of Mice and Men” in Icelandic.
I also saw a group of students with cats whiskers and noses painted on their faces videotaping themselves singing “Wrecking Ball.” No video, unfortunately.
My intent was to have dinner at Segurmo, but they no longer exist. CURSE YOU LONELY PLANET OFFICIAL WEBSITE!
What are these pictures of, you may ask? They’re of the Bunk Bar, a restaurant built in Segurmo’s place. Their fish dish is pretty good and I took a picture of some 30-somethings from New York on tour. With their camera, of course, so no picture for you.
We went to the only cafe still open after 8 P.M. (since after 8 everything is replaced by bars) and the color scheme reminds me of the Fractured Prune.
And we finished with the conclusion that after spending four days in Iceland and taken public transportation, I have only now seen what the bus station looks like.