So I am gathering my wits to start to write a bit about our adventures. We sat in our hotel room looking at each other and not believing that we were really and truly in Iceland. Jet lag definitely added to the sense of unreality. Our hotel, Center Hotel Skjalbreid was sweet. An older building, small charming, pleasant on a great street full of neat little shops. Here's Joel in front of the hotel. The door was obscure enough that in the dark we kept walking right by it.
The tour did deposit us at the Vatnsholt bed and breakfast hotel where we wandered around in the dark hoping the clouds would part. The hotel dining room was open to warm us up and were serving tea, coffee, hot chocolate, beer, wine, vodka and waffles. We did see one Icelandic pony looking over a fence wondering what was going on and enjoyed the farm dogs who wandered around visiting with the 200 or so people on the 4 buses who had suddenly appeared in their midst. On the way back to town we were told that since we didn't see the northern lights that nights our tickets were good for 2 more years and we could try again. Enough to entice us to go back.
It was neat to wander around listening to everyone speak Icelandic. Most everyone also spoke English any time we had a question. We had dinner at a couple of nice restaurants eating local food, vegetables grown in the greenhouses and whale steaks.
And then it was get up at 3:30 AM to catch the plane to London to meet Siri and continue the adventure in England.