Finally, the norovirus that has been jamming a giant wrench up the backdoor of our great white experience, granted us parole, and not only did we actually get to use the rental car I paid for three months ago, but we also got to interact with the traveling companions that have been otherwise making wonderful use of said rental car to etch out their own Icelandic experience. And now that we're once again reunited as one big happy family, we leave tomorrow to return to North America. Murphy's Law of vacation, I guess. Needless to say, there was a lot of pressure for today to be great.
Fortunately, the weather has been cooperative. But then again, when the sun never really sets, five straight days of sunshine can be a bit monotonous (especially if you are a vampire).
Okay, I lied again. It kinda' sets. This was at 11pm last night.
This morning, considering all that we had been through, we didn't venture out of town without knowing proper bathroom etiquette.
And we made sure not to smoke (at least not Belmonts, anyway).
And, of course, we tried to be safe.
But we ended up with unwrapped weiners all the same.
And drinking shots of Icelandic schnapps out of little jelly jars.
And then relinquishing them to strange, square toilets.
Had enough yet?
Oh, we saw some falls, geysers, and glaciers, too.
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