Despite feeling and looking like it belongs on another planet, I love the fact that Iceland – my favourite place in the whole wide world, is only a two and a half hour flight from Birmingham. After a few false starts in trying to get hold of Hasso car rental to let them know that we’d arrived – my phone decided that it was no longer going to roam, and Rich’s isn’t set up for making calls, him being deaf n’all; we eventually established that the minibus was outside, waiting to take us to the office a few km away.

After sorting the paperwork we were introduced to our gorgeous wagon – A Honda CRV which I immediately nicknamed Starlight, mainly because she was silver, and that’s largely how I identify cars. Rich then drove us 90 mile towards and around Reykjavik, east to Selfoss, and eventually to Flúðir – our base for the next two nights. It’s a very small village but we have two very specific reasons for visiting – to be revealed tomorrow! For now, we’d just enjoy Guesthouse Flúðir, one of a few places to stay in the village. We’d decided against the Icelandair hotel solely because we like homelier places, and chains are designed to be a bit samey.

Beautifully painted headboard
Beautifully painted headboard

The guesthouse is right next to the supermarket and vinbudin (off-licence), and also doubles up as a cafe and restaurant. We were given a triple room and so had plenty of space to stretch out, and with two bathrooms between 5 rooms we didn’t have to queue for the loo. We dumped our bags and headed over to Cafe Grund for an early supper. The menu is varied and the food fresh, and we made up for our healthy airport lunch by having fish and chips, and for Rich a Viking beer.

When in Iceland...
When in Iceland…

Once full, we ambled around the village, discovering the local geothermal vents and swimming pool. I never realise how much I miss the smell of sulphur until I return to Iceland! We also found not a crazy golf course, but a crazy frisbee course – something I’ve not seen in the UK but which is apparently common in Nordic countries. It’s because of things like this that we keep on comin back to Iceland. Its quirkiness just sings to our souls. That and the hot pools.

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