Imagine how much sight-seeing you could do if sunset and sunrise happened at the same time. And how many cocktails you could drink…how many naps you could take. Yes, five days in the vicinity of Iceland this time of year will F you up. No “dark time” wreaks havoc with a couple of night owls. It’s kind of like living the casino life—you never know what time it is, so you just keep rolling until you run out of money. On the upside, Iceland is beautiful and we made three stops—Reykjavik (the big city), Isafjordur (a.k.a I-Town and a tiny fishing village) and Akureyi (a.k.a. A-town and an artsy community). From what we were told, the weather was fantastic, which means it was hovering around 60 degrees and no rain. Who wouldn’t drink a few Icelandic beers to that?
I-Town is tiny—maybe 2,500 citizens—and we may have had THE
BEST FISH IN THE WORLD for lunch. Yes,
we’re yelling at you because it was right off the boat and unbelievably delish. It’s a long way to go for seafood, but we’d
recommend it.
The next stop was A-Town, where we bought some awesome souvenirs and experienced a big disappointment. This day was our big trip to the Arctic Circle. The AC is a 30-minute plane ride from A-Town. For weeks one of us (not the one you suspect) was worried that this was going to be our death flight. We hopped aboard a 15 seat prop plane and got on our way to…the flight to nowhere. That’s right, we were schedule to land at Grimsey Island and were 200 feet from landing but Mother Nature decided to be a diva. The fog was thick and we were unable to land. Instead, we tooled around the mountains and made our way back to A-town. No Arctic Circle crossing by foot. Although, we can claim crossing by water and air…that counts for something, right? There is always next time.
The next stop was A-Town, where we bought some awesome souvenirs and experienced a big disappointment. This day was our big trip to the Arctic Circle. The AC is a 30-minute plane ride from A-Town. For weeks one of us (not the one you suspect) was worried that this was going to be our death flight. We hopped aboard a 15 seat prop plane and got on our way to…the flight to nowhere. That’s right, we were schedule to land at Grimsey Island and were 200 feet from landing but Mother Nature decided to be a diva. The fog was thick and we were unable to land. Instead, we tooled around the mountains and made our way back to A-town. No Arctic Circle crossing by foot. Although, we can claim crossing by water and air…that counts for something, right? There is always next time.
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