Iceland – It’s What It Says On The Tin; part two #holidays #iceland

More Icelandic holiday memories to fill our blank schedules

Most countries I visit have something that leaves me discombobulated. Here the simple expedient of a sliding door on a gents toilet saw me standing in the corridor like a lemon until another customer walked past me and slid it open revealing empty cubicles and porcelain. I’d pushed it and it hadn’t budged so I assumed it was locked. Instead I came across as some shifty sleazeball.

Another toilet, another challenge, this time those motion-activated taps. Why was it that when I waved my hands under one tap, four others started pouring away precious water, yet the next guy merely set off the one in front of him.

Or the bloody nonsense in Keflavik airport. Here the fancydan taps had built in driers, like handles on the side. You wet your hands – motion again – from the central spout, soaped and rinsed. So far, so normal.

You then moved your hands a few inches left and right and waved them under the side shoots. Warm air, accelerated to Mach N (where N is fast enough to turn even the most stubborn DNA back into its constituent alphabet soup) then poured out.

Ok it dried my hands but it also blasted the remnants of the suds  that were sliding gently towards the plug hole with such force that they exploded. While the splatter pattern may have been CSI compliant, it also ensured that a rogue high-velocity smudge-pellet shot behind my glasses rendering me briefly sightless. What moron thought this design clever?

So I’ve been toilet-trolled since I arrived but, that, the incipient chill and the extraordinary cost of everything have not dampened any spirits. This country is chilly, wet, pretty devoid of trees and extraordinary.

Therefore continuing my lessons,  what else have I learned…

Lesson 6: I really love waterfalls.

There’s something humbling about watching a torrent hurtle over a cliff  like a thousand aquatic horsemen of the apocalypse hunting a lapsed catholic.

They come in all shapes and sizes.

The millefeuille frothing pastry, the ponytail and the twitching curtain.

They spray and they stun and, give them a little sun, they release the inner strumpet, dazzling with rainbows and arches of opalescent white.

Of course, like a cracking light show, a waterfall needs a good infrastructure behind it, the basalt rock putting more wimpish sandstone to shame as it refuses to be eroded, standing proud, nay priapic… Sorry Iceland is its own phallusy.

Lesson 7: If the land is growing, then the ice isn’t.

Nine years ago the Vet visited on a school trip and photographed the glacier.

This time.

Well, it’s not so much receded as turned tail and sprinted for the hills. It’s now blackened too by the ash that covered so much of the south east after the Eyjafjallajökull eruption in 2010.

Lesson 8: Iceland doesn’t panic or feel sorry for itself. It gets on with things. In 1939/40, with no standing army it had no choice but to let the British invade. When America joined the war it shrugged as they took over. When they left in 1946 it had gained: two airports, several hundred Nissan huts and numerous babies. When they returned with the creation of NATO they shrugged again, smiled slightly and built a bigger maternity hospital. The infrastructure that came with that and the Marshall Plan money – per capita Iceland received the most from that startlingly generous fund – allowed Iceland an easy postwar recovery. It got itself into a pickle when it tweaked the British tail over the expansion of its fishing waters to 200 miles, thereby setting off the Cod Wars – making the British seem petty and bullying in the process – why isn’t that hard? And the British lost, which is also unsurprising. But generally all was fine until hubristic banking pretty much killed the economy in the 2008 Banking crisis. And then Eyjafjallajökull erupted, the ash blew south away from Iceland itself, decimating world airline schedules and everyone and his dog had heard of this volcanic wonderland. Tourism erupted and pretty much saved the nation. It’s now stable, at ease with itself and a grand place to visit. Oh, and just the tiniest bit smug.

Lesson 9: A landscape that appears to be beset by one person forest fires is a landscape like no other.

Yellowstone is heavily wooded and undulating so you don’t see the myriad little steam puffs in the way you do here. But the boiling pools and geysers fascinate in much the same way.

They are mesmeric.

Lesson 10: Just because the water is safe to drink doesn’t mean you should. The Icelandic water naturally has a high mineral content so the geothermal heating systems use the naturally hot water to heat purer water that is then used to drive turbines to create electricity. If they used the naturally occurring water it would fur up the machinery. However it’s not furring up that is the issue in our hotel but the disconcerting experience of climbing into the shower, turning it on and being sure someone else must be in with you as you know you’re not the one who has just farted. Living on a volcano has its large and small consequences each, in their own way, disconcerting.

Maybe that’s why people do silly things…

As well as soppy…

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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17 Responses to Iceland – It’s What It Says On The Tin; part two #holidays #iceland

  1. We had to cancel our trip to Iceland back in April, and I am enjoying these posts and photos even though they are making me a bit wistful.

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  2. Darlene says:

    Love the waterfalls and you family’s sense of humour. I have never understood why I can’t get those touchless water taps to work in public washrooms.

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    • TanGental says:

      They are designed to confuse. My latest bete noir is sanitizing gel dispensers in shops. I press the plunger and 25% of the time the gel bypasses my hands and splatters my trousers, which merely reinforces a stereotype of another stale pale male with incontinence issues. Either that or the gel is so viscous i can barely pick up my groceries without then shooting off like I’m trying to manhandle an overhydrated piece of soap… grrr

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  3. What a great visit, Geoff. I enjoyed the guide to toileting, of course. But I loved the photos (a fan of waterfalls and silliness) and the bit of history on Icelandic “shrugs.” 😀

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  4. V.M.Sang says:

    A wonderful description, and I love the photos. My ex-son-in-law took our 3 grandchildren there last year. They had a wonderful time, even eating puffin!


  5. M. L. Kappa says:

    Did you know they have a lovely writing festival there? I found out two years ago and I couldn’t make it, and this year of course it was online. Expensive compared with York et al, but I’ve never been there so I was tempted..
    Plus whale watching is on my list-did you do that?

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  6. So enjoyed this. I so want to go here. My Dad served he during ww2. He loved the country.

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    • TanGental says:

      It would have been something i expect. And yes you’d love it. Just the right mix of friendly and batshit weird. You’d fit right in.


  7. arlingwoman says:

    Wow. What a great trip. I enjoyed the photos and videos. And of course, often hot springs are a bit sulfurous. I don’t mind showering in it, but when it comes out of the tap for drinking that way…

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    • TanGental says:

      On balance i think i just about prefer the fart water to the supposedly desalinated s***e they supply in Dubai and Bahrain… you cannot hide the salt with toothpaste

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  8. Widdershins says:

    Excellent pics, info, and videos! : )

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