What did I know about Iceland?
It’s pretty cold
It is a geology lesson
It explodes more frequently than my old French master used to trying to get me to decline avoir
They beat us at footie
Everyone is known basically by a Christian name and another Christian name with -son or -dottir stuck on the end… Take one of their heroes: Leif Ericsson. He has a spiffing statue in the capital and a plaque and all, yet he’s known by a couple of Christian names. The chances of someone calling out his order in Starbucks and someone else taking it must be very high.
Fr’instance did you know the Icelandic telephone directory is listed by Christian names? Sounds like a recipe for making directory inquiries the most profitable business in Iceland until you realise the population is a smidge under 350,000. I mean everyone must use the same dentist and the chances of marrying a cousin has to be up there with death, taxes and the Germans winning on penalties as one of the Three Great Certainties.
So here I am in the Land of the Fermented Shark wondering if the hype is going to justify my buying thermal tights.
And you know what…
Lesson one: Iceland claims to have the longest continuous democratic system of government in the world. From 930 which is good but hardly in the early riser league. And like the oldest pub or largest tree or any of those unprovable bits of hyperbole, it’s pretty full of holes. After all they only let women vote in 1915…
So let’s take some of their claims with a pinch of oofledust, shall we?
Lesson two: the Parliament was held on the bit of land that is gradually growing, in the shadow of the rock wall that denotes the edge of the North American tectonic plate. Who knew that Mother Nature And Donald Trump we’re so closely related, both seeking to build a bloody great wall on their boundaries?
The Icelandic don’t have a standing army – no surprise when you think everyone would have to be a general after leaving school – so let’s hope The Donald doesn’t get to hear about all this new land that’s coming into being right by the American Wall. The chances of an invasion must be right up there…
Lesson three: the northern lights are about as predictable a Brexit negotiation. The sky was clear, the guide on the bus on the way to the view point kept saying ‘Look – left,’ then ‘Now right’ as we credulous numpties peered out of the coach windows and saw… ourselves peering back, and inevitably the sneaky little buggers had retired to the pub to watch a rerun of Oldest Democracies on the zither by the time we climbed out into the bum-numbing cold. This is my attempt at a long exposure piccy of what turned out to be sky.
The northern lights? Yeah right.
Lesson four: Reykjavík is neat, a compact little capital of quirks, kirkes and coffee shops.
Oh and an exhibition dedicated to celebrating all things punk housed in a redundant public toilet that is transitioning into a museum.
And don’t miss the Museum of The Phallus. Nope you couldn’t make it up… I mean leaving aside the shape of said church, we saw this…
And even the geyser gave good steam…
Moving on…
Still, back to the church. You know, Iceland has taught me one thing, about listening. We visited the amazing church, above. It is simply stunning. The simple structure and lack of adornment are dazzling. You cannot but have your breath taken away. As we entered, we found we had stumbled on a free concert of classical Icelandic music and songs. So we settled down to listen. The choir, about 30 members, unaccompanied sang about 10 songs and until the penultimate number I understood not a word. Then, suddenly, in that last but one piece, ‘hallelujah’ appeared maybe a dozen times. And I realised I was listening differently, listening for the familiarity of the words, letting the music sit behind the words, giving it a secondary role. Whereas up to that point the words were the music, as potent and as meaningless as a hum, and in truth all the better for that. Maybe that’s why some pop songs stay as music due the inarticulacy of the singers rendering the words meaningless. Or maybe I’m just very simple….
Lesson five: we have to come back to geology. This place is Weirdy Beardy’s delight. Sure the thermally heated Blue Lagoon lacks a bit of rustic charm but bathing in a massive outdoor pool that is set at a pretty constant 38 degrees and refreshed by gallons of new water every hour makes up for the state of the art changing rooms and wade-up smoothie bar.
Actually both of those were great too. It’s hard to fault such an experience.
Even if I look like a toothless old letch in most of the family photos.
Maybe I’ll tell you about some of that geology next time…
Iceland has been on my bucket list for ages. One day.
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Do try. You Scots will feel at home. When they DNA tested the original settlers they found the men were 75% nordic but the women over 60% British. Those vikings, come over here, take our women…
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Iceland remains high on my wish list. And the Northern Lights. 🌼
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Oh you’d love it Brigid and the Irish, especially early Christian links are fascinating esp when set against the Nordic background to most if the settlers
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Sounds great, if weird! And wonderful pics–especially of the Northern Lights (ha). I’m reading Stephen Markley’s novel, Ohio, right now and it’s making me interested in his travelogue on Iceland. First up for me will be Finland, if I have my way with research for a new WIP!
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Been to Finland twice now. It’s… oddballish too. Here’s the first post of three I wrote… https://geofflepard.com/2016/09/29/finland-helsinki-is-the-place-to-be/
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Looks like a great place. Would love to check it out!!
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One day… Amanda would love it… all that hot water she could get into…
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LOL! So true!
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Very good, very ‘different’ place. Is everyone like Björk 😀 ? Shhhhhhh
Re. the words of songs, I agree: it’s sometimes better not to know what they’re saying as it’s often a let-down, and that goes for inarticulacy or words in a language you don’t understand. Translations are often banal and ruin it!
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Yes, it was probably about goats and teaspoons so better just to absorb the sounds. PS not a Björk in sight
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Great tour and commentary, Geoff. Toothless old letch? Yeah, I could get there.
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We need a self awareness group, John… not that you’d qualify, natch…
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Mummbel mif. Sorry my teeth were in a jar. I resemble that.
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Ha.
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Wonderful photos!!!
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Thanks. It’s one of those places which, if you can get away from all the other tourists let’s you take a perfect shot without really trying
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The best places to be!
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I first loved opera because I didn’t understand the words, and the soaring melodies of voice and music made me listen in a new way – I guess that is close to what you experienced in that beautiful church. I bet the acoustics were great! The geology looks pretty amazing, but as I can do geysers and hot pools here Iceland hasn’t made my wish list yet. It’s always lovely to see your family having fun together!
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You kiwis. Spoilt rotten!!
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But we don’t have Baronial Halls and chinless wonders and all that history………… just a few fiords and a couple of hot pools and a mountain or two.
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Pah! You have Hobbiton. It’s the modern equivalent of egregious excess, all be it it’s based on burrowed money, rather than inherited wealth…
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😀 😀 😀
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Really enjoyed this!
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So glad. We loved it too!!
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Beautiful photos Geoff! You’ve made me want to go back to Iceland!!
Also, I giggled at “the northern lights are about as predictable a Brexit negotiation” 😀
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This is just amazing, so jealous.💜
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Another excellent photo tour-de-force Geoff. I was relieved at your final remarks because I was ready to ask if you had to call the local police on that toothless old letch who kept photo bombing your group.
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It sounds as if you had as much luck seeing the Northern Lights as I had seeing a moose in Nova Scotia where the ranger assured me I would see one. In Oregon that ocean rock has a twin in the Columbia River called Rooster Rock. Apparently it was called Cock Rock until offended Victorians renamed it.
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Marvelous shots and lessons from a fascinating land full of ice, geology and phallic celebrations. That blue lagoon looks amazing! Next, you need to take the family to Svalbard!
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Will do, cap’n!
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I can hook you up with some excellent reindeer dining experiences and maybe a gander at polar bears.
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Entertaining, informative, and well photographed. I wish you’d taught me Geography
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I think I’d probably lead you up several (badly maintained) garden paths if I had…
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🙂
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OMG, you did everything we did! Nice to revisit!
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On the shoulders of giants, Noelle
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Now I want to go to Iceland, Geoff. You make your trip found fun and there’s so much I didn’t know – like the growing wall to keep out the scary Americans (I don’t think Donald is going to pester Iceland since he thinks they’re north of Canada.) And I wouldn’t mind heating up my feet in the Blue Lagoon right now.
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Oh that lagoon Diana..
It’s like taking a foot massage wherever you moved as toes sank into white mud… bliss
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Ah! Now I have to go there. I want to see the northern lights too – another thing on the old bucket list. 🙂
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Me too… still…
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That’s too bad about the Northern Lights but the rest was terribly interesting. Please do apply to write their official tourism pamphlets.
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I’d so love that
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More geological stuff please. 🙂
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Sorry, will be more earthy in future… promise
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😀
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I actually laughed out loud on several occasions there. You don’t look like a toothless old letch, but that would make for a belting tagline… Loved the long exposure pic too – I get similar results if it makes you feel any better.
You look like you’ve had an amazing time!
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It was super and yes my long exposure tends to the over exposure end of incompetent photography… sort of Pinterest for the blind…
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Awesome virtual tour sir. I could happily run away to Iceland lol.
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Take a duvet, maybe 2
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This is a fabulous post with great photos and Icelandic history! Definitely makes me want to visit. And your sense of humor is brilliant!
Jordan
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Jordan you are really very generous. Glad you enjoyed this little trip across the tundra
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