Baldursbra Guesthouse. Lots of sleeping here.
The entrance to the Silfra scuba dive.
Sun!? A rare sight.
So much gear. At least there's no boat to jump off of.
Into the clear fresh water.
Into earth's big ole crack.
View of the lagoon from a Þingvellir National Park lookout.
Odd to go diving with snow in the background.
70lbs of gear. My thighs ache.
View from Centerhotel Klopp on New Year's Eve.
Bonfire near Bjork's house.
Can you feel the heat?
Lot's of friendly people out.
Photo's cannot capture the nuttiness of Reykjavik's fireworks.
Every street explodes.
Like a war zone.
Driving south.
Seljalandsfoss, a beautiful waterfall you can walk behind.
Cold.
Behind the falls.
Mýrdalsjökull glacier
Ingvar and me in front of this massive 'wave' of ice.
Slippery.
Regina also experiencing the slipperiness.
Finding the right spot for glacier licking.
Second glacier licked in a year!
A lone glacier walker.
Inside the ice.
Nature freezes the movement of air and water.
I hit Mýrdalsjökull a couple days later for my own glacier walk.
Our guide explains how water cuts through the glacier to form crevasses.
Beautiful in person.
It's funny how fascinated one can be by ice.
Crampons, ice ax, ain't goin' nowhere.
Driving south to Ingvar's summer house.
On a muddy road to Dyrholaey.
In the fog, the group of trolls huddle together.
Near Vik.
Black beach. Must touch water.
Ahh!
Dark and lonely.
Greetings from a black beach.
View from Dyrholaey
Top of the world to ya.
That's me way down at the bottom.
I had to pee here.
Icelandic horses.
Don't call them ponies.
"Super" conversions are popular and funny looking.
Skógafoss is another popular waterfall that spills millions of gallons of pure glacier water.
Riding back to Reykjavik near Þingvellir.
Had to stop to look at some beautiful moss covered landscapes.
Really beautiful here.
Never seen landscapes like this.
Huge crater. We couldn't even reach the water with the rocks we chucked from the edge.
Back to Þingvellir for some caving.
It's dark and lonely in here.
Ice. Slippery cave ice. Stalagmite/tites.
Further ruining my new shoes.
Ingvar negotiates some big rock.
We're actually inside a huge lava tube.
When the lava flowed here, it was at this height.
The lava caused the rock to liquify.
It's all melty up there.
Regina and Ingvar enjoy some hot cocoa.
Crawling through holes.
Trippin' on ice.
Out of the snow hole.
The North American and European plates meet here.
I forget which side's America and which side's Europe. I think Europe is the more expensive side and America's the fatter side.
Enjoying an Icelandic hot dog. It's all about crispy onions.
Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur has been around since 1937. Bill Clinton ate here.
Regina trying on some ancient dress at the National Museum.
That's right, look sadder.
Arrr! I'm a viking or something.
These kids were assembling a puzzle on the wall of a heathen grave.
We were more creeped out than the kids.
The famous Blue Lagoon.
The famous fat on my gut.
A mixture of geothermally heated fresh and salt water.
Silica mud gives it its blue color.
The sun in the distance was a nice sight.
Around the grounds outside.
The sun shined across this alien landscape.
A geothermal plant steamed up in the distance.
Self portrait in blue.
Moss.
A couple of tourists snap me after I offer to snap them.
