Sun! Glorious sun! Which means we’re not going to the Blue Lagoon after all, as the sun brings out the bar crowd. We liked the Lagoon better during the dark/cold days when there was no outdoor bar, and everyone hunkered in the hot water, separated visually by streaming sulfur clouds. We all looked like those Japanese monkeys, but it was peaceful. If you go, do wear a swimming cap, or coat your hair in shea butter – otherwise, you will not be able to let go, float, relax, or get a brush through your hair at a later date. Further, don’t wear flip flops in, as you do lose them – the water is utterly opaque. And thus ends that Public Service Announcement.
We’re a mite disappointed at the flat, calm sea today when we have no time for whale watching, but we hope our new Polish buddy gets a chance to go out, and we’re glad that for his sake it’s stopped raining – he came for the long sun. And the bars. Let’s hope he’s finding what he’s looking for.
(Meanwhile, this blog post is being written by someone who needs to be showering, doing dishes, scrubbing the bathroom, and packing plane snacks, but who is blogging instead… Y’know what’s weird? We fly out at 6 pm GMT and arrive in Seattle… at 6 pm, PST. An eight hour flight, in the blink of an eye. Kinda.)
Well, emails from Glasgow recently contained the indignity of today: The Olympic Torch is this very evening going to Glasgow… and going DOWN WOODLANDS ROAD. WHERE WE USED TO LIVE with the craptastic boiler and the people wee-ing/puking on the back steps. And PAST THE UNIVERSITY GATES. WHERE WE USED TO GO. And ALL OVER THE WEST END. Our old grounds, where we used to stomp. Or whatever one does in one’s stomping grounds. Of course everything exciting happens WHEN WE’RE NO LONGER THERE. Of course. Our dear Mr. S. is supposed to be taking pictures for us with his umpteen hundred fancy cameras, but it just won’t be the same. Hiss. Boo.
All right. The tub scrubbing really does need to happen. Nothing much more to say, anyway – just giving ourselves one more excuse to share pictures on the blog.
See you later – or, rather, see you soon!
Midnight in Reykjavik
Safe flight!! Bummer about the calm sea and the warm bar-friendly weather at Blue Lagoon (sounds like my kind of place with the bar, have to admit 😀 ). And, since you’re probably already flying or back in the States, welcome back!
Hope the flight was in uneventful! Welcome home!
Sorry to hear about the torch and Glascow. Just remember…five minutes of excitement doesn’t repair years of drunken midnight singing…and worse stuff.