We finally arrived in Iceland at 7am local time or 3am Greenville, SC time. We met our driver for the day and our host at the air port, Axle and Dr. Thourliefur Fredriksson respectively. Outside the airport it was gloomy and misty, but pleasant.
BREAKFAST AND SCANDINAVIAN DESIGN
We had breakfast at Thorliefur's house. Our meal consisted of lingonberry jam, farmers cheese, rye crisps, various deli meats, and coffee. His house was deserving of title page of IKEA or any other typical Scandi-minimalist design; everything had its place. The rooms were graced with an abundance of industrialesque lamps and large windows, giving the sensation of being outdoors.
CULTURE SHOCK
From Thorliefur's house, we walked to the neighborhood geothermal heated pools. There, in the showers, we experienced our first bout of culture shock...
HOSTEL, SWEET HOSTEL
After the pools, we headed to our hostel in Reykjavik. It was pretty posh and modern, like most things on Iceland. The rooms resembled a microcosm of a camp dorm, with bunks and sleeping bags screwn about. I roomed with Whitney, Emily, and Kristina. Our room overlooked the back courtyard.
ICELAND GOES ITALIAN
After a period of rest, we stumbled out to a nearby Italian restaurant. Suresh, Ranson, Whitney, Amanda, and I shared a feast of Pizza, Sea food pasta, and Gnoci. I never thought I'd have the best Italian food of my life yet in Iceland.
ALBUQUERQUE, ICELAND
the landscapes and vegetation are strikingly similar to those I encountered over the course of the Wildsemester in New Mexico and Arizona.
LATE NIGHT BIKE REPAIR
after staying up until 1am working on my daily report with my group, I enjoyed the sweet sounds of Iceland... Rather, the sweet sounds of cardboard ripping open and metal clanging to the ground as a hostel dweller attempted to construct his Trek
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