One of the most popular things to do in Iceland is take a trip to the Blue Lagoon. Although we’d spent most of yesterday in the car, it was still super tiring, so we couldn’t wait for a day of rest and relaxation at the infamous Blue Lagoon.
Still struggling with the darkness in the morning, it was another lazy morning, kicking things off with a bowl of Lucky Charms and a bit of tv. Digging out my swimsuit from the bottom of my backpack, we packed our bags, jumped in the car and drove to the Blue Lagoon. As we’d driven back from Vik the evening before, we’d been talking about what we thought the Blue Lagoon would be like, and my boyfriend realised he had forgotten to pack his trunks! Thankfully it hadn’t happened the morning of, and we’d had time to visit a local shopping centre to grab a pair for him. Could have been awkward!
It’s an easy drive to the Blue Lagoon from Reykjavik, and within half an hour we were off the main road to the airport and winding along toward the Blue Lagoon. The landscape was yet again so different, and really looked like we were actually on a different planet. Before long we could see telltale sign of the steam rising and knew we were close. Small pools full of bright blue water soon started to appear next to the road, and we had arrived.
The suspense was killing me as we walked along the pathway to the main building, and we quickly spotted a huge pool with no-one in it. We couldn’t believe our luck that we’d had such trouble finding a time slot because it was so busy, and the one we’d ended up with was deserted. As it turns out, what we’d been looking at isn’t the pool you go in to, which is why there wasn’t anyone in it. Easy mistake…
There are different packages available for the Blue Lagoon, and as we’d neglected to remember that there would be towels in our apartment we could have brought, we opted for the Comfort package which would give us a towel. Only, we didn’t get a towel and had to go back to the reception to ask where we’d find them. Turns out they’d given us the wrong wristband, and then gave us complimentary dressing gowns for the trouble. Hey, I’m not going to complain!
Something I’m not used to in the UK is seeing naked women in the changing rooms. It’s very rare that women bare all in the UK, but in Iceland? Let’s just say I question some people’s priorities when they are standing doing their hair and make up when they don’t even have undies on! We are all women but that feels a bit unnecessary? Needless to say, I quickly popped into the changing cubicle to get into my swimming costume before heading to the showers. Iceland expects you to shower naked before going in any pool, and thankfully there were shower cubicles and shower wash provided. They also advise that you lather your hair in conditioner to save it getting super dry, so I slicked my hair back with the conditioner provided, hung up my dressing gown next to about 50 other identical dressing gowns and made a mad dash outside in the freezing cold into the warm pool. I have never gotten into a swimming pool so quickly in my life!
Although the forecast had been rain, we were really lucky that it was dry for about an hour, allowing us to try out a face mask, get our free drink and explore a bit. The clouds then began to thicken, and before we knew it we were being pelted with hailstones. We huddled for cover under one of the bridges waiting for it to pass, before it lightened off into a misty rain. Not one for risking hailstones, I opted to stay under the bridge while my boyfriend swam off to explore the little waterfall feature.
Minutes later, lightning struck in the distance. I didn’t fancy taking a risk that it would strike the pool so I was out of there! Only problem was, I couldn’t spot my boyfriend, and didn’t fancy him getting struck by lightning in the pool either. At this point, they weren’t letting anyone in to the water (lightning + water = not good), but they weren’t getting people out either. Eventually I managed to get back outside in the hailstorm, find my boyfriend and get him out of the water before the storm moved closer.
We’d both had enough of the Blue Lagoon by this point, so showered, changed and made our way back to the car. Despite not really doing anything all day, we were super tired and decided that we’d treat ourselves to dinner out. It felt like a lifetime that we’d been city hopping, and were absolutely knackered, so couldn’t wait to not have to cook dinner.
A short stroll from our apartment and we were on the main shopping street of Reykjavik. Still unable to believe how close our apartment really was, we had a wander around to see what was on offer. We are absolute suckers for Hard Rock Cafe, and in true tourist style we were drawn there as soon as we saw the glitzy lights. However, one thing that’ll put any hungry person off is an epic wait, so we were back on the road searching for somewhere scrummy. As a fussy eater, I tend to be the one who has the final pick, usually decided by whether there’s something on the menu I’ll eat. As we wandered back up the road, we spotted an Italian that looked full of character. Not specifically Icelandic character, but character nonetheless!
Despite ordering just two simple mains and a couple of drinks, our bill arrived at roughly the equivalent of £60. Needless to say I waited until we’d left before I let my boyfriend know the conversion…ouch! It was just what we needed though, and it was such a chilled evening, I didn’t even take my camera out. Back to the apartment, we quickly got to planning our next day exploring the Golden Circle. We couldn’t wait!!