1st trip out today. Bus picked us up at noon and took us into the interior of the island to the geothermal pools that have become known as the Secret Lagoon since 1891. We started off in sunshine but then soon found the clouds as we climbed over the mountains.
It wasn't snowing but the winds had picked up and snow was drifting across the road to the point that it was really difficult to tell road from ditch 😵
But not too worry, our little old driver knew what he was doing. Hour and a half later we had arrived; separated into boys and girls to strip off to the nuddy, shower (Iceland doesn't like you contaminating it's waters) and then put your cossie on before we did the dash of death across the freezing concrete to oh so warm volcanic pool.
It was hot. In fact in places it was too hot as boiling water bubbled up in various places dotted around the pool causing hot currents which crept up on you. Around the edges you could find the odd sunken boulder big enough to sit on, up to shoulder depth and just let the mineral loaded, sulphurous waters flow over you. Loved it despite the steamed up glasses.
Once you'd had enough it was shower time again, a wander round the area then coffee and cake waiting for the bus back to town and happy hour.
(Grand daughters toy about to get hot!)
