A day in Iceland or how I want to grow my hair really long and wear big wooly jumpers

Iceland is like Scotland but on another planet. It was light when we arrived at midnight, and across the landscape you could see glaciers, towns and lava fields. It's weird to think that the moon was the same one we saw back in Essex. 

The people are super nice, except for one weird guy who followed us around for a bit (cameras swiftly away) and another who tried to practice his cockney (or Australian, I'm not sure) accent on us by shouting 'cheers mate'. 

The Gulfoss waterfall was amazing, and was even worth suffering becoming the frizzball which I turned into because of the spray. The geyser was awesome too, sort of like the fountains in Vegas, but much more natural and without Elvis playing in e background over a loudspeaker. 

Now, we are in the airport (or we were when I wrote this in the pad). After walking a lot, and after only a few hours sleep, we are a little comatose. It feels as if we have been here longer than we actually were. The first night we stayed in a dorm, and as we arrived late, we had to find an empty bed in the dark. I couldn't find one and called the guy from reception to say there was a person in the bed. "It was a pillow" he said, as he shone his torch at the bunk. And so begins our trip. 

Some facts we have picked up (many from a guy Simon met on the plane). I can't vouch for their accuracy:

- 'Takk' means thank you

- there are 320,000 here, in a country the size of England. There are 300,000 people in London. 

- About half the population believes in Elves

- There are no trains in Iceland because the land changes so much it would break the tracks.