Technically I can sleep in — check out is noon, my airport pickup is 1:30pm. And I was up so late (and I’ve been so obviously sleep-hungry) that you’d think a sleep-in would be just the thing. Continue reading “Day 4: Waiting”
A few hours after we get off the bus, a group of us are regathered in the lobby to make a dinner plan. Ellen has her heart set on a gastropub in town that serves (among other things) puffin. Terry is a more cautious eater, and throws out another suggestion. Di seems not to care so long as we don’t have to freeze to get there, and Mike is willing to do whatever. Continue reading “Day 3.5: Last night in Reykjavik”
The long days and sleepless nights and trading being ice cold and then swelteringly hot inside (all those layers to keep putting on and off) conspire to make me sleep literally every time the bus moves more than 10 minutes. I want to stay up and see things, I just literally can’t.
We get to the Golden Waterfall. We need to put ice grips on our shoes now; it’s still colder here than anywhere we’ve been and the ground is sheets of black ice. Continue reading “Day 3: Golden Circle (continued)”
The temperatures keep dropping (and will as we travel farther away from Reykjavik throughout the day), but it’s our last full day on the tour and there is a lot to see… Continue reading “Day 3: Golden Circle”
After we all come in from dinner, we stop and chat at the hotel bar. It’s after midnight when I head to bed.
Though I’m in a constant state of exhaustion, though I struggle to stay awake to see this country and hear what our guide is telling us about it every time I’m put on the bus… now that I should, I don’t sleep. Continue reading “Day 2.5: The Wind Howls”
After we return from the Blue Lagoon, we all return to our respective rooms to pull ourselves together and prepare to go out.
A few hours later, we step out for a circuitous walk into Reykjavik for shopping and then a cab ride to the Viking House restaurant and hotel across town. Continue reading “Day 2: Reykjavik, Vikings and Wine”
I’m up early to have breakfast- the buffet at the Radisson Blu Saga is quite extensive but, like a lot of places here, on the pricy side (by trip’s end we’ll realize it was among the cheapest options and easily the best value for food we’d seen) but it’s included for us as guests. I’m not generally a breakfast person but plenty of options are provided and I find something to satisfy. Continue reading “Day 2: Blue Lagoon”
We take a tour of Reykjavik but the overnight has taken its toll; I keep nodding off between stops to get out and see things.
Just as well; tonight will be a late one as the hunt for northern lights can run until midnight or 1am.
There are no guarantees. If we don’t see them tonight we’ll look again tomorrow, and if not we’ll try one last time the final night. Yesterday they were great, but past performance is no guarantee of future returns.
Still, the conditions are really good: 5/9 on the probably scale and clear skies over the area. We’ll head out past KEF airport into the dark and take our chances.
We pull out in time, scanning the skies even in the city lights. Our bus waits for another. We pull into a city lot for them…
I don’t know how long we wait; I fall asleep. It’s still Day 1, an interminably long day but hopefully worth it. I wake when we move again, the other bus still not anywhere to be seen.
There was just a super moon, and the sky is bright even outside the city. That will diminish how clearly we can see them, though our cameras might get them anyway.
No guarantees that we’ll see anything. Even if we do they could last seconds minutes or hours.
Our bus unloads us and turns off the lights. We are waiting in the dark and cold – oh so cold, even bundled. I’ve got a small tripod for my iPhone and the northern lights photo app loaded. It’s cold in my hands, even thru gloves. We don’t know which way to look, other than up. The second bus pulls in, lights on, unloading.
I start to think, if it could only last seconds, I don’t want to miss it because this bus still had its lights on… and then I have the most wonderful sense of assurance.
We are not going to miss it. God is going to show us this amazing part of His design and He knows that people are still arriving. His timing will be perfect as always.
The bus lights finally go out. We’re all spread out. The guides know what they’re looking for but most of us don’t other than it won’t be as colorful to the eye as it is in pictures. Opposite the moon it seems the sky is doing something, maybe, but maybe it’s my imagination. I take a picture just because I am not sure. I won’t see what I got until later.
Definitely a hint of green there
To our eye against the moonlight and dark sky it looks gray more then green but pretty soon there is a line of it clear across the sky
It could fade away but no, it spreads and more lines join and it dances in the sky and I laugh and laugh because God is sweeter and more gracious to me than I can describe, nor certainly ever deserve. To see it- well even if none of the pics come out I am so grateful!
The pics came out, it seems.
We are out there for hours and when we return they are still appearing in the sky even as close as our hotel.
But it’s cold and we’ve all had long, long days.
Bed will be another blessing.
The flight is at 7:35. International: advice is to get there three hours ahead. 4:35pm. But my car has picked its moment to beg me to get rid of it and so between the unfamiliar rental car and the unfamiliar route to Dulles, I give myself plenty of time. I’d so rather be checked in, reading at my gate, than stressing about it. Continue reading “Day 1: Departure Iceland”