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Hotpotting welcome to Iceland


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Jared and Nerida arrived the day before for 17 June, Icelandic Independence day. I sent round my chauffered Micra to pick them up at a convenient downtown coffeeshop they'd been dropped at. (You'll have to find Jared to find pics of the Micra and the chauffeur)

We cruised around town, and went out to Ölstofan to meet up with Fabio and Guido, then perused a few of my other favourite bars around town, and the next morning got up late and hung over to be greeted with a lobster breakfast cooking upstairs. Frábært! We'd done the grocery shopping for our trip the day before, so all we had left on the agenda for the day was to recover, preferably with hot pots, and then drive down south.

Given how early we got up, I decided we had enough time to head out to Stórahraun to visit my favourite hotpot, so off we went! Kate, a girl visiting the house from San Fran, came along for the ride.

We had a lovely day, of course of course, and then came home to pick up the rest of our gear and head off on the grand adventure.


Jared, Nerida and Kate enjoy the warmth and the view

Jared, Nerida and Kate enjoy the warmth and the view

The gang in the hotpot

The gang in the hotpot

Jared and Nerida admire the view, Kate wanders

Jared and Nerida admire the view, Kate wanders