Time to go...

Our 8am alarm was brutal, but necessary. We crammed all our possessions in to our holdalls and lugged them across town to Grái Kötturin for a final taste of Iceland.

After saying goodbye to Alistair, the bus journey to the airport took us via the Blue Lagoon geothermal pool. Apparently calling it a health spa sounds too girly :) but how do you make, soaking your self in the geothermal pool, sweating in the steam room, boiling in the sauna and exfoliating with a silica mud mask, sound manly!!?

At the airport, Matt and I claimed our tax refunds, had our last blueberry skyr.is and said goodbye to Alistair for the second time (his flight was delayed for hours!). The announcement came over the tannoy and the stampede started... Home here we come!

Bus ride to Reykjavik

8:30am bus to Reykjavik was running late. Once it arrived, I sat and watched a double-exposure of my goofy face in the window, as infinite distance rolled by outside...

After nameless miles I hang suspended on a knife-edge doze, until we hit the outskirts of Reykjavik. Then we passed a geothermal power plant, the smell of sulphur is the type of eggy tang that your family pretends not to notice when you're in a car with them :)

We checked into the Youth Hostel, removed our beards (I also defuzzed my bonce!) and we headed out into town...

Kringlan, BSI, Sun Voyage and the Gay Pride Parade all worked up a hunger. A delicious meal at Caruso's led to Icelandic vodkas and Brennivín...

Good night!

Oh and Happy Birthday Dr Shorty :)