Well, here we are in Iceland again, our fourth time here and the second this year alone.
The plane touched down late and it took a long time to get into town, so we didn’t roll into our hotel until about 18:30. The rain had stopped during the bus ride from Keflavík and it has mercifully remained dry all evening. The temperature is quite mild, around 10 – 11°C, so there are no complaints there.
Dinner was at Þrir Frakkar and, as expected, did not disappoint. Mike and Florence (Sarah’s folks) enjoyed the experience, too, so we evidently picked a good introduction to Iceland for them.
After walking back to the hotel and putting Eloïse to bed, we left Mike and Florence with the baby monitor and went for a walk around town. We ended up at Hressingarskálinn for drinks and carrot cake, plus live music provided by a strange book recital ensemble, consisting of a cellist, a keyboard player and a bloke reading from some Icelandic book. It was peculiar and not terribly good, but I was happy enough to just gaze and listen in silent admiration of the ubiquitous Icelandic passion for the arts.
Anyway, time for bed now, as there’ll be much walking on the agenda tomorrow.