I first visited Iceland in the early 1990s, during the course of my studies for a BSc degree at Royal Holloway, reading Geology and Zoology. It was a whim, prompted by I forget what, that found Nick and I boarding a flight bound for Reykjavik in November. It was a thoroughly enjoyable trip, the few days allotted allowed us to take in a good number of the essentials in terms of organised excursions.
A chance conversation with our sons after Joel’s Italian evening gave rise to the idea that another trip should be made, this time with our adult children and spouses. For various reasons the group that finally booked for the trip consisted of Nick, myself, Barns, Dan and Ems. We were booked into a central hotel – Centerhotels Klopp – which gave us easy access to venues for night-time dining.
We ate at a range of establishments, and tried some unusual foods: puffin, minke whale and the rather difficult to stomach fermented shark. I have to say that the reindeer burger tasted much like the regular kind. In some restaurants we paid a lot of money and it was on the last evening when we ate at the Laundromat Café that we found a place that had great atmosphere; a stylish space with a relaxed ambiance and easy décor.
We found time to walk around Reykjavik and visited the Ice Cube Concert Hall and looked in the Maritime Museum which was all about fishing. We signed up for excursions which took us to Thingvellir, Geysir, Gullfoss, the Blue Lagoon. The hot spring I remember from my first trip has expanded spatially and the gradual doming of water now takes place more rapidly before it erupts.
Sadly the young ones missed out on their Glacier Hike because of bad weather conditions and we were not fortunate enough to see the Northern Lights. Another time. For the moment my photos can tell their story, enhanced by a short video clip which shows the most spectacular of the hot springs in action at the present time.