Every year the lights get bigger and better for the holiday season at the Atlanta Botanical Garden. The crowds do too! The lights are only up for a few more days, but well worth the trip. A photo trip through the park.
Part 2. Iceland. Sunday Dec 1, 2013
This is part two. You can see part one here.
Today we are signed up for the famous Golden Circle tour of Iceland and it will take all day. Our guide is Dede and she is way too loud and enthusiastic for this hour! I always enjoy jotting down the various facts that guides share (but her jokes were just terrible):
Iceland is the size of Kentucky with 320,000 people, fewer than the employees of Walmart. There are 3 sheep for each person. This is the most environmentally friendly country in world. Most famous restaurant is a hot dog stand (located near our hotel and we stop there a few days later). Dede also claims that Iceland has the happiest people on earth, but if their sense of humor is like her’s I never want to live here.
First stop: Newest of 6 geothermal power plants, built in 2006. This is a publicly owned facility and it sends hot water and steam to Reykjavik, as well as electricity. It has approximately 4 times the capacity that it needs and this excess is planned not to support more population, but future business. There is a small exhibit upstairs, but it’s mostly a video–trying to subtly sell their services. Also, there’s a gift shop. The smell of sulphur is so strong I’m relieved it is a very short stop. If I worked here, I could never keep breakfast down. Still it is fascinating, even if we are not shown much. This area is part of the Helka volcano, which is very active, but not expected to erupt for at least 200 years. Let’s hope it is at least a week!
The weather is terrible today. And getting worse. They get 2000mm of rain a year (NYC gets 600, London gets 1200) and it’s the windiest country on earth. I completely believe it. Today’s winds are 40mph with gusts of 55. There are few trees to stop it, and no hills, but there are volcanoes. Today’s temperature is to get to the mid 40’s. The fog and rain is thick in the morning, which seems impossible with the wind. And it isn’t daylight yet at 10am. Despite 3 cups of coffee I can’t wake up. (Of course we were on the ill-fated Northern Lights Mystery tour last night and didn’t’ get to bed until after 1am.)
Our guide is completely over the top–an actress wanna be. I hate her. And she keeps breaking into song. She should not give up the day job. The guests seem split; they love her or hate her. It is one of the few times I will not leave a tip.
We pass small cottages on our long drive in the dark. 20% of Icelanders have a summer home, so these are empty now. Two thirds of the population live in metro Reykjavik and these are probably their houses. The rest of the population lives in small towns of less than 3,000.
On way to an old Lutheran church, Skelholt. This is the 19th church on this site and the current one was built in 1930s. There are excavations here trying to uncover the history of the area. This was the “political, cultural and ecclesiastical center of Iceland” from the 10th to the 18th century. It is quite small and neat inside, if sparsely furnished, but Lutheran churches are not ornate compared to Catholic churches. There was a First Day of Advent service at 11a, so we stayed only 15 minutes. This is a state run church and less than a dozen people were there. It is now dawn, but the weather keeps getting worse. The wind is brutal– I was almost knocked off my feet. I tried to help a woman with a cane, but I almost knocked her over while trying to battle the wind so I was no help at all. Pelting rain in my face. But we are told there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing. Right.
Only about a half million people in the world speak Icelandic. It has 36 letters. Klingon is based on Icelandic. The people learn English and Danish in grade school. Then they tend to learn at least one more language like German or Spanish. But the Icelandic language is strongly guarded and protected from foreign words, much like French is. Even famous people have their names translated into Icelandic.
We have a short photo stop at a waterfall, large enough to have a salmon ladder along the side, the first I’ve seen. But my photos are not clear. there is little light and I can’t hold the camera still in the wind for a longer exposure.
Gullfoss is a large, picturesque waterfall. As we drive to it the “farmland” we drive through is soggy. There are drainage ditches 6-8 feet deep along the road and perpendicular through the fields, but the ground is still saturated and you see much standing water. Most of these fields are grass for hay or grazing and seem to have been reclaimed from the volcanic rocks. Rich, though thin, soil if you can move the rocks out of the way. Mostly the trees were cut down to make fields, but there were never many of them and they were never tall.
105 feet tall Gullfoss is also called the Golden Falls and it is powerful. It’s like a small Niagara. It is part of a glacial river system. It is huge and lovely but the wind and rain so bad I take a handful of photos and run for the bus. I’m back before some have left it. Concerned I will ruin my camera.
This is our third tour with Grayline in 2 days so we are beginning to recognize other tourists. We give them nicknames. Chatty Girl for the woman who would not shut up last night so we could sleep on the bus. Crazy Chinese woman who was carried off the bus by a security guard two days ago. She was on the wrong bus and very unhappy that they wouldn’t agree to take her to the Blue Lagoon, where she wanted to go. But she wouldn’t come off the bus and change her ticket nor board another bus. She kept screaming that we didn’t like her because she was Chinese. Well, she was half right because we certainly didn’t like her! At one point on the tour she tells me to ask the guide to wait for her. I tell her I will do no such thing. The guide told us when and where to be and she will be left behind if she isn’t there on time. Then there’s Mimosa Man who brought champagne to breakfast to add to our orange juice. Large Unpleasant Rich Woman with Cane-her male companion is decades younger and soooo attentive. I’m sure he earns every dime he gets from her.
We stop for lunch of lamb soup and hot chocolate. We are reminded that it is unusually wet, but warm today. The weather is not always like this, we are told. There is an odd storm system. Tomorrow should be better. Let’s hope. My cold is getting worse and it’s been a miserable day.
Geysers Area with several hot springs: We go to see Strokkur, Iceland’s version of Old Faithful. I did get to watch it erupt. Once. My photograph wasn’t well timed and I’ll be lucky if I didn’t ruin my camera in the rain. What distracted me were the two young women, walking off the pathways, which are clearly marked. Naturally the geyser blew just as they walked perfectly downwind of the spray. They were not injured, which is a miracle considering the wind blew the steam 30 degrees off the ground instead of straight up. It was brutal walking into the wind to get back to the bus. I’m soaked and cold.
Thingvellir National Park: We drive to the national park while the guide gives us a few facts. Only 1 in 5 people in Iceland get married. Two in five marriages end in divorce. They have the highest births out of wedlock. Inbreeding is a huge issue, so genealogy is important. Our guide can trace her family back 1200 years.
While fascinating, today’s tour has simply been an endurance contest. We got little sleep because of the failed Northern Lights Tour last night. The drunken revelers outside our window woke me frequently. Today the weather has been horrible. The worst, however, is the guide. Her jokes are insufferable–she’s mentioned that we are a captive audience THREE times and she done half the routine from the Rita Rudner’s Born to Be Mild tour. And my stomach is upset from all the vitamin C I’ve taken to reduce these cold symptoms. This is not my best day ever, but Barbara and I remain as upbeat as we can.
This park contains active volcanos and the place where two tectonic plates meet, the Eurasian and North American. There are earthquakes every day here. They pull apart at a rate of 2cm (about an inch) a year. So there is a ridge that marks the edge of North America, perhaps three or four stories high. Then a mile away is a lower ridge that is the edge of Europe. We walk between in the “Neutral zone,” a flat plain without a continent.
This is where the parliament of the Vikings met annually and the name means Assemble Plains (I’m approximating the spelling since some letters of many of these words aren’t in my alphabet). In AD 930 the 35 chieftains gathered in this dramatic place for the Althing, the General Assembly. The entire population of 60,000 people gathered to hear the law and settle disputes. The last assembly was held in 1798.
The drive back is not quiet, as our guide talks nonstop. So glad to be back in the room, let my clothing dry and my feet warm. We have no idea what we will do tomorrow. It is an early night.
Monday, December 2, 2013
As I’ve said, I’ve been battling a cold. After yesterday’s short night and horrible weather Barbara and I went back to the room and took hot baths. I was asleep by 7p and she says she watched TV until 10. We woke at 11a! But that’s just a bit after dawn here. But it helped me recover. Some.
We had a quick lunch at the Laundromat Cafe then hopped a bus to the Blue Lagoon. Sounds tropical, doesn’t it? Well the water temperature was. It’s thermally heated, mineral rich water, bright white-blue like the glaciers. The geothermal spa is set in a volcanic wilderness, a little like finding an oasis on the moon. The pool was formed by superheated saltwater released by the nearby geothermal power station. We took a long soak, had a lava mud scrub then an algae facial. It was the perfect thing for my cold. This has been the nicest day weather wise so far, blue sky! But the weather is so changeable here. While we were soaking it started to sleet, then snow which seems surreal for bathing outdoors.
There was an inch accumulation of snow and sleet by the time the bus took us back to our hotel. It is supposed to snow the next two days with falling temperatures. The high tomorrow will be about 34F.
For dinner, at Cafe Paris, I had minke whale. It is red meat, grilled, served rare and was very tender and lean. It was served with a wonderful mushroom sauce, roasted root vegetables and baked potato. I am assured there are plenty of this type of whale and that they are not endangered. I thought it tasted like deer or some wild game meat.
Thursday, November 26, 2013 Thanksgiving Day
In place of my Thanksgiving turkey dinner, I’m going to Iceland! But 1st I have to get there. It is unseasonably cold in Atlanta, colder than Reykjavik. When I left my house at 6am it was 25 degrees F. I was bundled up and with no wind I actually got too warm on the one mile walk to MARTA. The train was on time, only about half full at 6:45a. No issues getting to Hartsville Jackson, but it really is the world’s busiest airport, especially during the holidays. It is literally a sea of people and the security lines are very long.
Apparently clean living pays off, at least occasionally. Without realizing it, I was put on a TSA pre-check list, which means I bypassed the longest lines and had a mini screening. Even got to keep my shoes on. I’m both happy and concerned. Somewhere my security file says “Mostly Harmless.” Happy and disappointed at the same time.
At the plane I was one of the last to board this Delta flight. No room for my carry on, so forced to check my bag. But it was at baggage claim as promised and there was no charge. I land at Newark airport and “technically” my tour with Gate 1 begins here. I had 6 hours to kill before the flight, but I’d left lots of time in case of delays. If I’d flown the day before 6 hours wouldn’t have been enough with all the bad weather delays.
Icelandic Air is a small business and it took requests of three different airport employees before I found someone who recognized the airline and could send me in the direction of their check in counter. They, it’s a big airport! It was shortly after noon and they finally opened around 4p. My bag was over 11 kilos, which is one kilo over the airline’s limit and I was forced to check it. (obviously I should have checked this detail!) If I’d known that I’d be forced to check my bag on both flights going to my destination, I would have carried an additional bag or at least used the 2″ expansion zipper on my current bag. With the cold weather and bulky clothing, I had a very difficult time packing. I met 2 ladies from Arizona who are also on our tour. Since they are staying at a different hotel and are not signed up for any of the day tours, not sure I’ll see them (I didn’t). Most of my friends and family always think I travel so much, but these women have really seen the world and I am in awe of their stories. Makes me feel like a novice.
Barbara found me at the gate. So good to see her again. We have only met once, during a trip to China, and I was very pleased when she contacted me about this trip. There was a significant savings to share a room. She and I spent a day touring Shanghai and though I know it will mean compromises, I think she will be a good travel companion.
The flight was packed. I slept. Barbara read. It is only 4.5 hours to Reykjavik and a five hour time difference. We leave at 8p and arrive at 5:30am, Friday morning. Passport control is one simple question and a flip through my passport to find an open page to stamp (which is getting more difficult all the time). Baggage claim is simple and I never see a customs officer. The ATM is empty so we will have to find one once we get into town. We find our bus easily. It’s decent weather with clear skies and temperatures about 40F. It is almost an hour drive into the city, which is asleep and dark.
Our hotel, Radissen Blu 1919 does not have a room for us at this early hour of 7: 15a but they will hold our bags. We grab hats and scarves and go walking. It is “tourist central” near the harbor docks with lots of shops and restaurants. There are small cruise ships in port. It isn’t really cold, above freezing, and no sign of snow. This is a good way to orient yourself, before the traffic gets thick. Unfortunately, I am beginning to feel the effects of a cold and must face the fact that I could be sick the entire vacation.
After our walk, we have a big breakfast in the hotel, first rate too. Everyone speaks excellent English as well as Danish and Icelandic. We visit the Hallgrimskirkja Church, the tallest church in Iceland at 240 feet high. We take the elevator 8 stories then walk up two more to the highest view for photos. The inside of this Lutheran church is austere. My photos are at daybreak, but that’s roughly 10:30am this time of the year. According to the literature, the Tower is meant to resemble a volcanic formation, I think it beautiful, but don’t really see the resemblance to a volcano. It is lovely standing against the pink sky. I like the simple clean lines and we are told the pipe organ and choir is well known. I have a hard time with the idea of a state run church however.
We take a short nap on the couch in the hotel lobby while we waited for to get in our room. By noon we pull our bags to the second floor. Barbara has had no sleep and she collapsed while I took a shower. But I feel a cold coming on and join her with a quick nap.
We go to the Settlement Museum, located on the edge of the square. It’s built around the remains of a longhouse from around 900AD, discovered in 2001. It’s believed to be one of the earliest buildings in Iceland, the original home of Reykjavik. The home was a large sod and turf house, so they must have been dark, dirty and damp most of the time. It seems everyone lived together and there are few interior walls for privacy. Not the best museum display I’ve ever seen, but it was interesting. It does give an interesting look at the people who lived here. While we think of them as Vikings, this group were just farmers. There was no one living here so they did not move here for trade or as a raiding party. There were few large, native mammals and the trees were short and scrubby, but there was grass for sheep.
We had a pizza on the square for a late lunch that was not very good, but everyone was nice and the place clean.
We do a bit of walking and window shopping. But we couldn’t stay awake and went back to the room. We skipped dinner and slept.
I woke several times overnight. This is a bar district and it’s a weekend. I could hear drunken people yelling on the street which woke me every hour or so. We were told by the hotel that it was graduation parties. But later are told that most bars don’t get going until 1am and this is simply a “hopping” place on weekends. People drink at home before they go out since alcohol (and everything else) is so expensive. There is lots of live music at the bars and restaurants here, but it mostly started around 10p during the week and 11p on weekends.
Despite the noise, I feel fairly refreshed in the morning. I dressed and woke Barbara before I left for breakfast at 6:45. I am the first guest in the dining room and the waiters try too hard to help me at the buffet. Such a big spread for breakfast, much better than I’ve come to expect at a hotel breakfast. I always try to have yogurt when offered. I’ve read that it’s the best way to get the local
gut flora and stave off any intestinal difficulties. In the center of the dining room is a table of cod liver oil with tiny shot glasses. The waiter assures me it will keep me “strong and healthy..oh but the taste…” he rolls his eyes and pushes the bottle of pills toward me. “This will be better.” I’m sure he is right. I still feel a cold coming on and take the pills and drink juice.
I go for a short walk to check the weather which Barbara eats. It will rain more today. The streets are already wet but it is unseasonably warm with high temps of about 41F. I find an ATM and am suddenly flush with local cash, the Icelandic Kronor. Foreign money always feels like Monopoly money, not quite real. Our tour pick up is 8:30a.
City tour of Reykjavik.
Selina is our tour guide. The tour office is a block from our hotel, though they picked us up in a large bus. Random sites and facts learned during the tour:
Reykjavik is the Capital of Iceland, a city of 120,000 (200,000 in greater area). It is the Northernmost capital city in the world. They are quite proud of their Viking heritage. Oldest building is located in the in the central market and harbor area (where our hotel is) and was once a prison. Now it is the presidents’s office. Which seems about right to our guide. Selena was not happy with economic situation of her country. They practically had an economic collapse, almost bankrupt in 2008.
In 874AD the first settler came, he was a farmer who lived in a turf home and had many slaves. Others followed. There is a statue to this man in the city square.
Lots of theatre and concerts here, considered a city focused on the arts. There are statues everywhere and a few statue parks devoted to a single artist. The Harpa Concert hall opened in May. It is too expensive and Selena says she doesn’t think they can afford it. It was supposed to have been a conference center too, but the hotel is still just a large hole on the ground. It is an unusual building with oddly shapped windows which are lit at night.
We pass the weekend flea market (which we enter later). The Old harbor is large enough for smaller cruise ships and fishing boats. You can go whale watching any time of year. It is best in summer, but minke and humpback whales can always be seen in the waters near here. One of the boats is pointed out as a whale fishing boats. You can have whale meat in Reykjavik. Minke whale is served in a few cafés and this is the only type of whale that is fished since they are not endangered.
Religion: 2% Catholic (mostly Polish workers). The Church of state is Lutheran and about 85% of the country considers themselves Lutheran.
The Mayor of Reykjavik is a professional comedian, a member of the Best Party. Apparently he ran as a joke because of the economy and was elected! He has announced he will not run for reelection. In the 1980’s Iceland was the first country to elect a female leader and she served for 16 years.
National Gallery is located across from the city lake. This lake freezes only about twice a year (which it did later in the week) Our guide tells us that a small section of the water is kept open using hot water (pumped from below) for the geese. National museum. Old burial grounds. 1911, Iceland University was founded. In 1940 Iceland was occupied by British, who built a small airport. Larger one built by US a year later.
We stop at the Lutheran church again (where we were yesterday). There is a Leif Erikson statue outside, a gift of US in 1930 to celebrate the 1000 year anniversary of finding America (Vinland). The pews have backs that switch so that you can face either direction. The art exhibit is called the Flora of weeds. It is just pots on a table under bright grow lights. The pots contain random samples of earth with grass, dandelions and weeds. This is not by type of art. The church Tower is 73 meters high and until recently was highest building in Iceland.
Reykjavik means smoking bay and was called this from the earliest days because of the steam vents. There is a year round enclosed swimming pool nearby with hot tubs on roof. It’s all thermally heated water.
We stop at a small white building on the harbor. It seems nothing special but this is where Gorbachev and Regan met near the end of the Cold War. We take a short photo stop here. One advantage for a tour guide this time of year is that if you say “five minute stop” it’s is only that. We are right on the water with nothing to break the wind and pelting rain. Glad I did not bother to style my hair. The wind does it for me.
Liquor stores (the guide called them Booze stores) located outside the city are often open only 2 hours on Fridays for locals. Two thirds of the people live in the Reykjavik metro area. The rest of the people live in towns of less than 3,000.
Our guide says that this was a very difficult growing season. The parks and gardens were not as nice because didn’t really have a summer this past year. She blames it on climate change. We pass a large soccer field, but that’s not the sporting attraction. Handball is the big sport here. Several outdoor statues parks, plus statues in all the major squares and even along the shoreline. I’ve never seen so many statues.
We see small buildings with a steaming pipe along the streets. These are literally called Pipe buildings and they are used for heating houses. Plumbers connect homes via these buildings. There are two main geothermal systems: steam used to turn generators to produce electricity and hot water for heating homes and drinking/bathing water, mostly using a heat exchanger. It is expensive to live in this country, but electricity and heating is relatively inexpensive. There is no way to export this type of energy, but companies are building ore smelting sites here to take advantage of the low electric prices. There are 3 plants where bauxite ore is refined into aluminum and this provides much needed jobs. Along with refining, tourism, fishing (and specifically whaling), these industries are the biggest employers. Whaling was quite a controversial addition. It was approved by a president literally in the last hours of his term as he was leaving office. According to our guide they harvest the minke whale, which are abundant. There was an outcry at the time saying that tourists would no longer come here, but the guide says that it is the tourists that are eating the whale. Later, I give it a try.
As we drive out of town I notice the open fields on either side of the road. The earth is dark, rocky but not in a way I’m familiar with. This is volcanic rock and it looks difficult to farm. I see very few trees and the area seems windswept. The weather has been bad all day with gale force wind and pelting rain.
We pass the presidential farm. There are no walls or fences. No guards. Every day the president walks his sheepdog at the same time, completely unguarded. Protesters are rare, but during bad weather last year, the president’s wife invited the protesters in for hot chocolate.
This is the Land of fairies and hidden folk. Parents used to say that elves and fairies were dressed colorfully in reds and blues, but now the ones dressed colorfully are tourists. The “hidden folk” live among the volcanic rocks, often inside the rock in another dimension. Outside of city they are less likely to move boulders during a construction project. Estimated that over 80% of population still believes in elves, fairies, trolls and other hidden folk.
Shortly after sunrise, we go to our last stop: The Black Perl, or Petlan. It is a 4 story observation tower on high spot overlooking the city. It has art exhibit, a revolving restaurant on top and a Viking museum in the basement. The tower is surrounded by huge water tanks. This is our final stop before going back to the city center.
Back in the city center we are released from our tour around noon. We check out the weekend flea market. Barbara buys a hat and I get earrings for my mother with real black volcanic rock and red coral. We try fermented shark which surprisingly tastes like pork fat. It has hung in the open air for 6-9 months and I find it interesting that wild animals leave it alone for so long. It’s cut into small cubes. They call is “shark cheese” which is better than the name I’ve heard: fermented or rotten shark. It wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I can cross this doubtful delicacy off my list for the rest of my life. We also walk to the Harpa building.
I am battling a cold and stopped at a grocery for vitamin C. Groceries are unable to sell aspirin or pain relievers of any kind. It appears they can’t sell any of our common over the counter drugs except at a “dispensing chemist’s” shop!
I fell asleep for a lengthy nap, partially to stave off this cold and partially to prepare for our Northern Lights Mystery tour. The mystery is where and whether we will find the northern lights. It starts at 8p and because we have a long drive out of the city we won’t be back until 1 or 2a. We drive east along the southern coast searching for a break in the cloud cover. We are in Bus 4 with guide Linda and driver Lulah.
There is no rain and outside the city we can see stars, even the Milky Way. There are 10 buses which is way too many. Most of these are visitors whose tours canceled last night and the night before. In the end it is a wasted effort. Our guide keeps saying that she sees the lights but they need to develop. I see nothing and wish we’d have quite two hours earlier. We make several fruitless stops. Most of what’s pointed out just looks like clouds to me. It’s cold and windy. All the lights are turned out and you can’t see your feet to walk safely. Often we just pulled over onto the side of the road. The ground is uneven and there are cars. The chance of injury is high and I’m surprised no one falls. The liability insurance would have been too high to do this in the US. We didn’t even sign a waiver!
Sites/facts on the tour:
We see the Imagined Peace Tower, a beam of light, put in place 8 years ago by Yoko Ono in memory of John Lenin.
The guide says there are four conditions to see the northern lights:
- No clouds
- Solar activity
The northern lights are actually collisions between charged particles from the sun as they collide with the earth’s atmosphere. This usually happens at 90 to 130 km above the earth on average, but it can be much higher. Most common colors are green, but red, yellow, blue and purple also occur, depending on height, and chemical composition of the atmosphere.
Iceland has 13 Santa Clauses that live among the elves with their mother and father. The mother is Greela and she has a huge nose to sniff out naughty children. When she finds them she puts them in a big sack and then cooks them and eats them! The 13 are usually called the Yule Lads and they come to your home one a night and leave goodies in the children’s shoes, which are left on the windowsill. Bad children get a rotten potato.
People in families do not have the same last name here. Your last name is the first name of your father with the word “son” or “daughter” after. This is a holdover from the time of the Vikings. Everyone goes by first names, even teachers and the president. There is no Miss or Mister. Iceland has been so isolated that everyone is related, at least 7th cousins. There is a detailed family history online now to help people. This past April a new phone app was released and two people who are interested in dating now just activate the app and touch phones to find how closely they are related.
Bobby Fisher, the chess champion, is buried outside of Reykjavik. He was not allowed to return to the US and Iceland was one I the few places to agree to take him in. He had been here for the chess match with USSR.
We finally make a stop at about 11pm at a gas station for a bathroom. They had one bathroom for 5 busses so the line was well out the door. I paid for a hot chocolate from the machine but it didn’t work and I couldn’t get anywhere near the register to get my money back. There were so many people in the gas station that I just gave up and stood outside. It would not feel so cold if you could stay out of the wind. This is turning into a terrible tour.
The small town we are in passing has several greenhouses, lit up even this late. They are located on a steam vent that heats all the greenhouses and homes in this community.
The population has many magical beliefs. Trolls are popular, and it’s believed that if the sunlight hits them they turn to stone. Many people believe they can see the form of a troll in the large volcanic rocks. Elves live in another dimension and only those born with “the gift” can see them. Elves are believed to be the children of Adam and Eve. When God came to see the children, they were dirty and Adam and Eve were ashamed and hide them. This made God angry, so she made them elves. The hidden folk are said to be protective of their homes, which are large rocks and boulders. Recently in a Reykjavik suburb a large boulder was left in place and the road moved around it because it was believed to be the home of elves.
Lowest crime rate of any country. No handguns can be purchased here, only hunting rifles. Police don’t carry guns. We pass the one and only maximum security prison, which (we are told) is similar to a 4 star hotel. It is certainly lite up at night. Each prisoner has a private room, cooking privileges, flat screen TV, they wear their own clothes. They can work for pay or go to school at no charge. There is a 2 year waiting list to get in! Murder is rare, but it does happen once every 6-10 years. The usual violent crime involves alcohol and a knife. Three wks. ago all the prisoners had their computer privileges removed because inmates went on Facebook and made threats.
Though our guide keeps saying that we are waiting for the lights to “intensify,” I don’t think I’ve seen a single spark. So far it’s just and overly crowded bus ride that’s running quite late. It is 1am and we have a short brandy as a nightcap and head to bed about 1:30a. In the end we saw no northern lights. It is an early morning tomorrow.
Continue with Part 2 here.
Tuesday December 3, 2013
We slept until 8a and breakfasted at the hotel–in this tourist area few restaurants open until lunchtime anyway. Barbara struggles with her Kindle reader until dawn (10:30a) while I overheat in silk long underwear waiting for her to get ready to leave. I’m just going to have to learn better communication when traveling with someone else. Travel with a partner is about negotiation, which is fair.
We walk to Listasafn Islands, National art Museum. This is not my favorite art museum ever. Never seen so many stitched & painted representations of vaginas in my life. Some with teeth. Others have flames coming from them. The artist clearly has issues! It costs 1000 kronor to get in (a bit less than $10US). Downstairs is a video installation of picnics in Paris. The shaky camera work makes my head ache. Paintings upstairs by Edvard Munch, the only artist I’ve ever heard of. This may be his worst work. Happy to move on, but Barbara seemed to enjoy it more. Perhaps she is more artistic than I am?
The snow and wind have picked up. It’s not so much snow as tiny ice pellets and they hurt when they strike your face or eyes. We have to cross the city pond and of course that is when the wind is the worst. We are headed to Thjodminjadafn Islands, the National Museum. Amazing history museum. The best visual explanation of Icelandic history, with several computer screens to add additional information. All in Icelandic and English. This is one of my favorite museums of all time.
But the weather keeps getting worse. The wind is high and the temperature has dropped. Outside the window we watch a young student take a tumble on the slick sidewalk, knocked over by wind. Ten steps outside convince us that while the walk to the hotel is less than a mile, we should not risk it. They call a taxi for us at the museum desk. It is 1100 kronor. (Exchange rate. 120 kronor to 1US$). When we get back to the hotel we realize the temperature has dropped to 28F.
This is the first day it has been cold enough that all the windows in the buildings we pass are closed. Fresh air is very important and heating is cheap. Windows usually have a small pane at top that opens for ventilation. Also walls of most buildings are quite thick concrete, many covered over with corrugated steel on the roof and exterior walls–the better to deal with the harsh weather. The museum showed photos and layouts of the original turf houses, which seem quite snug.
We have a pizza dinner, the most expensive of my life. $34. Each. For pizza, salad, one glass of wine each and we split a dessert.
Other random thoughts:
The bathroom in the hotel is very European, including a deep tub, but not sunken. To step into the tub takes a dancer’s ability to lift your leg since it is almost a yard tall. Getting out of the bath and into the shiny tile floor with wet feet without falling always feel like an Olympic trial.
- Iceland became “Christian” overnight in 1000AD, during the annual General Assembly, the Althing. The Norse king threatened to invade if they did not convert. The agreement was that they could continue to worship the pagan gods (Odin, Thor, Fraya…) as long as they didn’t make a big deal of it and pretended they were celebrating Christian rites when a priest walked in. For the next century, many pagan celebrations, art and practices had Christian names to use when needed.
The harshest penalty in Viking days was not execution, it was being banished.
- It is believed that the waters of the Blue Lagoon will cure psoriasis.
- The Geysir hot springs area gets its name from a particular spring, Geysir or The Gusher. It’s given its name to all active hot springs around the world. But it hasn’t erupted since the mid-20ith Century.
- In 1550, Iceland became Lutheran in less than a decade. The Catholic Church’s property immediately went to the Danish crown.
- Twice in the 15th century the plague, the Black Death, wiped out about half the population. In 1783 poisonous gases from a volcanic eruption killed a third. It’s a wonder anyone was left alive.
- The only native mammal is the Arctic Fox.
- DNA test show that over 80%of the original male population came from Norway. But 70% of the original female population came from the British Isles. These women were likely slaves and may have been captured during Viking raids.
Wednesday, December 4, 2014
I have a tough night because my sinuses are full. I keep waking up as they drain and I’m sure my snoring keeps Barbara awake. She lies and says I didn’t make a sound all night. Isn’t she lovely? I sleep until 8:30a Barbara sleeps until 9. With lack of daylight it’s easy to just keep sleeping! Breakfast at Laundromat Cafe. I had the “clean breakfast” of scrambled eggs, fruit, cheese, and skyr (a very thick yogurt that makes Greek yogurt seem thin). They served it with a bread basket with Chocolate butter—which tastes amazing, but I really don’t need another way to consume chocolate!
The temperature today is a high of 18F but continues to fall all day. With sunshine and no wind it doesn’t feel so cold. Barbara wants a down pillow. I’m not much of a shopper, but am game to help her find one. We hike up the top of the hill, about 8 blocks. Earlier in the trip we both commented how clean the area is and we saw street sweepers every morning. But we’ve had a couple inches of snow and it’s not been cleared from the streets. So they clear garbage but not snow? The sidewalks quickly become slush, then ice. No one seems to use salt or sand, nor do they shovel. Maybe 2 inches does not seem worth the trouble? You have to watch every step you take as it is slick. Shop keepers don’t clear sidewalks in front of their stores either. And about half have their doors standing wide open.
I’m finally able to stop at a pharmacy, a “dispensing chemist’s” shop. I’m concerned about flying tomorrow if I’m congested. But they cannot sell me a decongestant without a doctor’s prescription! They have no aspirin as it’s not used here. I buy a local version of Tylenol and a nasal spray that’s mostly saline and menthol–both of which are kept behind the counter and require a discussion with the chemist.
Prices are very high here, particularly for food and clothing. We saw children’s shoes that were more than $100US. And they were nothing special. Our breakfast this morning was $25 each. (This might be the way to get me to eat less!) The vegetables are quite fresh, if limited, grown locally in greenhouses. We see Bibb lettuce, tomatoes, red peppers and cucumbers. Almost nothing else though. They import fruit, since it’s less practical to grow these in greenhouses.
We have no plan today and just walk about. The bookstores are wonderful, but so expensive. We later notice that the exchange rate on our credit cards is horrible, much worse than when we pay with kronor. I have no idea what wages are here, but they must be high. All the houses and apartments we’ve seen are in good shape, no slum area. We’ve seen no one who appears homeless–suspect they would simply not survive outside.
We skip lunch, but for dinner go to Iceland’s most famous restaurant for pylsur–hot dogs. They really are quite good and we are told they are made with lamb. They are served with a mayo/mustard spread and deep fried onions. Tasty! And only 400kronar, about $3.60. But the temperature has fallen to 16F. We go to an upstairs coffee shop to people watch.
It is our last night in Iceland. Still no Northern Lights. We have decided to go back tomorrow after breakfast to the Blue Lagoon for a soak before our flight. It is very close to the airport and we can check our luggage at the spa. The trip to the spa and transfer to the airport from there costs about the same as a simple airport transfer from our hotel. That should help clear my head before the flight.
Realized today that the only large fast-food chain restaurants I’ve seen are Subway and KFC. Not one McDonalds. THAT I could live with.
Bye Iceland, even with a cold, it was great.