This is the story of how I took a 14 hour bus tour over the South of Iceland.
I sat next to a mathemetician named Julie who was really excited about Skyr. Julie let me down.
The people across from me were from Napa, and at first glass, I wanted to punch Chris in his face. He was wearing fucking loafers, and asked questions about gold courses and skiing. MY EYES ROLLED OUT OF MY HEAD AND ONTO THE FLOOR.
By the end of the tour, Chris, Leah and I were sharing food, and talking about kicking peoples’ collective asses.
Adored them.
Our tour guide was another gentleman I adored. Such a little peach, and knew everything about Iceland there is to know. He directed me to another spot called Myvatn. Yessir. I will make my way there during the next month.
Southern Iceland was like going to a different planet. This is not an exaggeration.
I didn’t get a good picture, because we drove past them, but the lava fields. THE LAVA FIELDS.
Here is someone elses photo.
This is something I looked at with my eyes for HOURS.
We went to a couple of waterfalls.
Saw more things.
We drove over the biggest dry riverbed in the world.
THEN. We went to see the Glacier Lagoon, and took a boat out onto it.
One of the most surreal experiences I’ve had to date. I ate a ‘berg, and chatted up an asshole bird.
Look at this ice.
