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!