Blue Lagoon... You saw me standing alone...

Ok, so I know it doesn't really go with the tune "Blue Moon", but hey, I like that song, and also, I'm pretty ordinary at this title thingy... Last day in Iceland - Sunday. Phew, I hear some of you say, this blog is too long anyway. Actually, if you think that, please let me know, I'm new to all of this and if its too long and boring, I'll just do some sort of online travel diary that I won't publish to the world but just keep for me. Anyway, for the last day, we had booked to do a tour to the Blue Lagoon on the way to the airport. This was actually really nice, although a bit pongy. The water is really warm, and whilst you're there you can give yourself a facial with the silica mud (they have it in troughs dispersed about the lagoon). The only gross thing is, obviously you wash it off in the lagoon, and as the lagoon isn't all that deep, you can walk around in it - feeling all the gross silica mud that has been washed off and settled to the bottom. Don't take a handful of that stuff. There's hair in there... gross!

But the steam baths are really good, and it was a lovely, relaxing way to end the trip.

What wasn't all that relaxing was our landing back in Stansted. As we were coming in, the weather was bad (wind again! this seems to be the theme of the trip...) and we couldn't actually see ANYTHING out the windows - kind of like when we were driving through the sandstorm - the aircraft does a bunny hop on landing and then skids across the runway, veering to the left. When we finally stopped half the left wing was off the runway and over the grass... and the breaks were soooo squealy...

Did you know that Polish people don't cross their fingers for luck, but make a fist and squeeze their thumbs? I found that out during the landing...

Anyway, back safe and sound now, it was a brilliant trip and if you are thinking of going to Iceland, I highly recommend it. Just mind the wind.