My next house Sit is in Canada, and I’ve never trod on Icelandic soil so this few days en-route works. My Navy days had me spending time in Icelandic waters to protect our fishing boats in a rights war. Is there a country on the planet we’ve not picked a fight with?
My airport taxi (Blakey) hosted an evening of wine and cheese before an Ardbeg nightcap
It was good of Blakey to offer to drive me to Manchester Airport and also show me a pose to help with the women – I’m a bit dubious on this though…
Iceland Air have great planes. The in-flight entertainment system was neat, but I sat with my own entertainment guru. Oliver is a well travelled magician, knows Iceland really well, gave me a few web sites that had interesting tours
He is going to climb mountains during his four days on the island, and is involved in film shoots and has a fair few of his camera shots on Iceland promo material. Interesting chap to share a flight with
On landing my Euros were exchanged for Krone, I thought 30,000 krone (€250) was ok as a budget for two days, but the three mile taxi fare of 4,000 krone and a coffee and sandwich at 1,500 krone meant it was a massively dented before I’ve even started sightseeing.
Walking around places I visit is my normal thing, here it is financially dictated. Two day car hire would be £2000! I thought the decimal point had accidentally floated a few places. So first stroll done before unpacking, with a bar selected for sun-down – which happens at midnight here.
The signposts and notices everywhere read like the muppets hurdy-gurdy fun language.
Bar time is here, I’ll sit in a corner and listen to the sing-song accents and try not to mention ‘The (cod) War.
Geriatric Gap Years 
😊Es divertido aprender nuevos idiomas. Me alegro mucho que te lo estes pasando muy bien disfruta de los placeres de la vida 😏
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