Iceland and back to reality or was that all a dream?

Apparently, all good things must come to an end. Like Iceland, that in a human sense, marks the beginning of the end of the earth.

So on I jumped on Icelandair to have a squizz and to see what all the fuss in Australia certainly isn't about.

And I was impressed. 

For those of you that haven't got holiday homes there, but are nonetheless thinking of a little place by a mountain that looks a little like this:


or a town house like this:

Think of this as a review of the joint.  I can be your eyes on the ground and ears in the air.  To help you decide to emigrate, just visit, or put the place on your do-not-ever-go-to list.

So let's get the obvious stuff, that's been gnawing away at you all this time, out of the way: Do Icelanders like hotdogs?

Answer: Yes.

Why? Because they look like this:

And they are sold to you by generally happy looking people that look like this, just after they've spiked them with hallucinogens.

That they grow in massive Greenhouses like this:

So once you've got your icelandic drug laced food sorted, things start to get a bit strange.

First the weather changes. In about 3 minutes flat. Here's what I think, it looked like:


And then the sun hides and you work out you're in the middle of nowhere in particular:



notice the Sat-Nav was drugged up too.


But the video camera wasn't. It looked like this:

Then things start getting really weird.  Waterfalls froze.

and people on the mid left of the above photograph look like ants.

Then geysers appear everywhere




that go off just seconds before you get your camera ready to film it properly

But you forget your hat, and so rush back to your huskies to ask them what to do.

They say 'lets go for a walk!" so you do. Just like this.

Then its all too much so you find a local chinese restaurant

and look at the menu:

but it makes no sense, so you go somewhere else

and that's possibly even weirder


but you enjoy the fish dish anyway.

Then its time for a swim, but the sand is black



and perhaps a tad too refreshing. So you ask the guy behind the counter for advice, who really does look like this.

he suggests you go check out the wildlife except,  like this one:

there aren't any. So you find a hotel, where you're the only ones booked:

that some people could find a bit isolated, but I don't know why



 So off you go to here:

Whatever that means.

By the way hitching isn't advised, but neither is playing Russian Roullette and that never stopped anyone right?

something about potentially fatal temperatures:



Anyway, the scenery is stark,

striking,

brutal,


and absolutely stunning.

                                          

yes

                                         

it really
                                         
is

special

But then its back to the City, and just when you think your sanity is back; buildings like this appear out of nowhere:

And cutlery is turned into viking boats:

that you can ride to the glacier

or through the lava field

Then its time to take a dip in a genuine blue lagoon that's a refreshing 35 celcius. 

Then the drugs are wearing off, because things start to become familiar again.

moss filled lava field flashbacks fade

You even think of thanking this utter fool for bankrolling the whole thing.

That feeling of absurdity quickly recedes.

Because thermal power stations and sub arctic swimming pools are normal right?

And you wonder if just like Pamela Ewing, that was all a dream.

                                                                     
                                                                        The End.