Following the whirlwind of the holidays at home I was more exhausted than excited on my New Year's Day flight to Reykjavik (yes, that's how you spell it). However after landing on a fresh decimeter of snow and waiting for ages for the sun to come up, only about three hours per day, the place was already winning me over. It didn't hurt that I had clear, cool but not cold weather which is best for a certain type of skygazing notorious at this latitude. As you'll witness below the landscape is inconceivably gorgeous and the amount of adventure on offer giddying. This country will definitely be warranting a return visit.
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Unfortunately there were no pictures of the experience of climbing up the thickly ice-laden stairs barefoot under the exploding leftover New Year's fireworks in -3C weather to toss myself into the slide being fed with warm pool water and plummet into the luxuriously hot spring-fed 23C (77F) warmth of the community pool. Bliss.
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