Category Iceland
IT’S DONE.
The Ice-O is Done for 2019. The last day was cold and with a bitter wind. A final reminder that this is Iceland and you do not take her for granted. Pete had another steady run coming in 3rd on the final day to add to my second in the sprint and a […]
ICE-O. Days 1 and 2.
The Ice-O began on Friday with an evening sprint wich started in a local school at 6.00pm. This gave Ilze and I time to explore the Hallgrimskirkja which looms over Reykjavik. It is difficult to photograph as the sun always seems to be behind it. The statue out the front celebrates the Viking explorer Leif […]
PRACTICALLY PERFECT PUFFIN PICTURES.
Our last race free day in Reykjavik started badly when we found out the Hop-Hop-Off bus tour had been canceled due to a strike. “Would you like to see Puffins instead?” said our helpful tourist information lady. “Is the Pope the titular head of a largely discredited worldwide religious cult with dubious employee vetting procedures […]
GRIME TO GEISERS
From Glasgow to Iceland Our time in Glasgow turned out to be a disappointing fizzer. If you’re thinking of spending some time in Glasgow, our advice is DON’T!! The city itself is a bleak and run-down place, once a thriving ship building city employing thousands of people. Now, with the ship building industry gone, it […]
The Golden Circle
Our last port in Iceland was Reykjavik, and it was a busy day. We were booked on a small bus tour of the famous Golden Circle, which covers the most spectacular sights in the south west. With at least four cruise ships in port, it was crowded everywhere, which is one of the unavoidable downsides […]
Akureyri and Lake Myvatn
The alarm sounded at 5.30am. A quick glance out of the cabin window showed that we were already inside the Eyjafjordur, one of the longest fjords in Iceland. Unlike yesterday, the sky was heavy with thick cloud, and we did not rush up on deck this time. We had to be in the queue for […]
Sunny Seydisfordjur
Just before 6am, Ian pulled our cabin curtains aside. “Quick! We need to get dressed and get up on deck!” One glance out of the window explained why. We were sailing up a stunning 17-km long fjord. We threw on our thermals and fleeces in record time, and bolted for Deck 11. The sun was […]
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