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... cab back to the hotel.
Got our bags and the bellhop called cab for Newark Airport. The Cabbie claimed he thought we were going to JFK airport when he accepted the fare. He told us a story about how it would cost buckets of money if he put the meter on because of the traffic. Especially as President Obama had just arrived in New York and one of the main roads was closed for his security. We agreed on $110 ...
Another day begins and thankfully the weather is fine and pleasant. The temperature is expected to reach 16 degrees celsius today and the locals will probably shed much of their clothing in these heat wave conditions.
We decide to take a walk around the wharf area and check out whether seats are available on the "ferry" to go to see the puffins, the national bird of Iceland. We are in luck and make our bookings on the Puffin Express to go out to ...
... are as wide as the lanes. The roads are well paved in the north with hardly a pot hole. We saw no large semi-trucks on the roads. Just tour buses.
We only saw one policeman during the whole trip.
Icelanders have their own language, but it is an an English speaking country and most things are translated into English.
There are no billboards along the highways
The Icelanders must like the ...
... and Europe tectonic plates here but, unlike in the north where you could straddle them, here they are 79 metres apart and the gap is growing quite large.
When we were walking around the old site photographing rocks and flowers and waterfalls (of course) we came across a pair of ptarmigan who weren't the slightest bit interested in us - the female was having a dust path while the male strutted around. I took my obligatory 10 ...
... with trees. Trees grew next to headstones, bushes, flowers, ferns, and tall grasses grew from the graves. It was the most serene and tranquil place that I have ever been. It was a beautiful resting place were life grew, wild and free among the stones. The tricky part was finding the headstone. All I had as a direction was a description from my mom that in a picture (that I had never seen before) the headstone was to the left of what appeared to be a white bell ...