1st day in Iceland, looking over a lake sandwiched between volcanic highlands and lava flows either side. It looked a hell of a lot more impressive when you were actually there.
(We resisted the urge to push Mr Crosbie over the cliff)
2nd day it was snowmobiling time (as well as doing a load of other crazy crap the photos of which didn’t have pics of people in them). Pictured is his Williumishness displaying with pride his super chic sunglasses.
We were on some giant truck in this picture that drove us over the rocky plain to the glacier. I think one of those trucks would come in handy in an M25 traffic jam; just drive over the top of everybody! (I would like to point out to any Scotland yard investigator that I would not seriously consider driving over any occupied car, and that I had no involvement in the incident with the monster truck.)
Amy and Sophie demonstrating that ice is slippery, and can be slid down. And someone behind them demonstrating how to fall into a crevasse. That person is probably still stuck down there, oh well Mr. Crosbie must have replaced them with a random Icelandic person to make up the numbers.
Is that Alex holding Phil’s hand in the far background? Why am I not surprised.
Some formatting has buggered up here but I shall type on regardless as I trying to fix it probably wont work and I’ll end up venting my rage on puppies.
Pictured opposite: Doogs is wondering why Orville (the green duck from television) has joined the school trip.
Plus in the background a Mr Crosbie who looks as if he has had something rather surprising done to him by the nice looking Icelandic boy sitting beside him
Mike, trying to figure out how you surf on a glacier. Dude.
Climbing up a lateral moraine (look at me I know my geography) opposite Solheimajokul glacier.
I swear just before I took the picture everyone was looking at the camera. In the end we’ve ended up with a reserved smile from Helen, an unreserved smile from Amy and a suspicious look from Heather who is probably thinking "why is that freak standing there with a camera?" She’s a good judge of character is Heather.
Oh and why does the person behind Amy have no head?
Amy; desperately looking for the nearest Mac Donalds.
U can see my pencil sketch of this picture by clicking here (minus the mist and crowd of people in the background who I couldn't be arsed to draw).
A somewhat dark picture of Helen and Si Reece under a cliff on the boat trip we went on around Heimay. I seem to remember Doogs got shat on by a seagull and Iain looked very sick all the way through.
There were also a load of sheep stuck on a rock in the middle of the ocean, supposedly there to keep the grass short for the puffins to nest. Haven’t those puffins heard of lawnmowers?
Heimay was good, I have fond memories of people swinging on those ropes on the cliffs, fondest of all being Lucy hitting the cliff and falling off with the grace of a sack of turnips.
NB the Icelandic people are extremely nice people, this is based on the single main observation that while in a café there Doogs asked about using the internet and how much it cost. As we were leaving in fifteen minutes they let him use it for free. That coupled with the fact I didn’t meet any unpleasant people and Will only had to busk for five minutes to earn 10 krona leads me to believe they are damn nice people.
Standing on the Icelandic version of giant’s causeway, (created by basaltic columnar jointing, for all those of you who were expecting my website to be devoted to Star Trek or some other nerdass theme You’ll have to make do with that)
If you look closely at Tom W’s right hand you can see he is showing his appreciation of my fine Photographic work. (He’s the tall one third from the left incase u don’t go to my school, or do and are blind, deaf and devoid of gaydar)
A nice scenic picture to finish off with of the Ice lagoon.
We discovered the great fun that could be had smashing sheets of Ice, which could be found around the edge of the lagoon, over each others heads. PJ as always took it too far when he tried to smash an Iceberg over Iain’s head, Iain was crushed to death. Ooo and there were seals at the lagoon too.
The more mature of us took the opportunity to survey the beauty and contemplate life. I tried this but I kept finding myself contemplating how cold my butt was from sitting on that iceberg shaped rock.
In conclusion Iceland rocks… And Ice is cold, Hot tubs are hot, Glaciers are slippery, You can’t surf on glaciers without the appropriate equipment, volcanoes are volcano shaped, Icelandic people believe in fairies and Mike is an Idiot