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My third day in the land of elves, fairies and hipsters hits off with the customary freak attack about oversleeping.
Legitimately so, as this time round I'd silenced my alarm clock an hour earlier and gladly kept on sleeping, only to wake up to the realisation that my whale watching tour would leave the bay in less than 40 minutes time.
I sauvantly threw my warmest clothes on while simultaneously checking emails and coordinating taxis and bookings with the reservations desk ( thank you, q training) and lept out in a rush.
Whale watching was a little bit of a let down as my expectations were obviously excessive ( was kinda hoping to get swallowed a whole by a humpback whale and be spit out, kinda Pinocchio style ) while all that was abundant was this little jumpy variety of whale which was relatively unimpressive and rather just looked like a darker fun sized dolphin.
The weather was atrocious, windy, rainy and I am sure, in the negatives and my shy attempt at covering 98% of my body in cozy warm fabric yielded close to zero results, leaving me frozen on deck looking out for genetically mutated dolphins. Great.
Upon my return I had to pack and leave town, as my 'live by the day' approach to trips left me with no hotel room due to overbookings. Destination Akureyri.
Now according to locals and guide books, the drive is 5 hours long but I maintain it must've been a typo as It only took me about 4 hours, taking several detours and stopping at least three times on the way.
Jokes aside, I am a pretty sketchy driver, and my driving style much resembles a drunk Princess Peach in Mario kart but I still maintain a 80km/hour speed limit in the middle of nowhere is not only useless but ridiculous as noone, not even a seagull in disguise is on site to enforce it.
Scenary, as usual Marvellous, love it love it love it. I stopped at a waterfall called something like Godafoss ( no idea whatsoever) which itself, having seen Niagara wasn't all that impressive but the entire setting it was in made i a magical show of natures glory ( getting deep here, watch out).
In this place occurred one of the weirdes, hair raising encounters of my life: this oddball 30 something year old ginger male approached me insisting he show me a nice spot to take pictures. Upon declining, politely he got shifty and suggested he take me to a different location by car. I was getting seriously nervous while running various scenarios in my mind and coming the the bitter realisation that all of them ended with me in a pool of my own blood in some shack in the middle of rural Iceland.
Opting for the 'out in public' option, hoping that the heaps of tourists on site would intervene in case of necessity, I opted for following him dow to the shore for better picture, except, half way through he quickly said his goodbyes and ran back up the hill, vanishing. Now... What the f*** could I possibly have done to turn off a potential serial killer? I must find out and make sure that specific trait of me is buried deep within me, ready for use in case of emergency.
I later drove by some sort of 'seal bay' where hundreds of seals normally gather o chill, and as my luck would have it that specific day the seals were raving somewhere else. No seals for Marty...
I got to Akureyri at 7pm approximately, didn't even have time to take e sip out of my very well deserved vodka tonic and fell asleep flat on my face. So ladylike.
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