Come along with us on our trip to Iceland by following our daily blog, today’s entry is by Megan Davis and Leanne Chrisostomou.
As the plane descended into Reykjavik airport, we were thrilled to see the icy sparsely populated landscape, we were less thrilled by the smell that swarmed the aircraft, gosh someone must have a bad belly… no wait, the smell is coming from outside… sulphur! What a stench! Once our nostrils had recovered from their introduction to Iceland, we collected our baggage and embarked on our journey to the city of Reykjavik. Upon arrival, situated directly opposite our wonderful hotel were the dream team G2 (Glenn and Gemma) and Michael whom had been waiting several hours to greet us with giant frozen smiles. After enjoying the pleasure of happy hour at the Saeta Svinid Gastropub in the picturesque Nordic square, we parted ways with warmth in our hearts and especially our bellies.
Seeing the Northern lights was something we were particularly excited about, having heard so much about it. Although Iceland is a well-known place to see them, we weren’t completely convinced we would be so lucky. After an hour coach journey to a national park outside of Reykjavik with the least cloud coverage and light pollution, we prepared ourselves for a two-hour wait in -3 temperatures. The warm up act just looked a little like clouds, and we weren’t completely satisfied we had properly seen them. Just as we were ready to give up, a very excited fellow tour person shouted and pointed, and the lights made a proper appearance, and we finally ticked them off our bucket lists. All in all, I would say they are worth feeling like you genuinely have frostbite, and definitely a fantastic and memorable way to start the trip.