So, we were pretty excited about snorkelling and hanging out between two tectonic plates…
By the time Sunday – our penultimate day in Iceland rolled round – and we’d felt the cold bite of a 70m storm from the moment we wake up, J and I were well and truly ready to jack the snorkelling in. H on the other hand was adamant we should go, so we wrapped up in our thermals, threw on some extra layers for good measure and, on slightly calmer roads, followed the Sat Nav to Penvgillar National Park.
We hit the information point where we were supposed to meet the snorkelling guide… only, he was nowhere to be seen, we hurried from one information tho the centre trying to locate what became known as the Bermuda Triangle of meeting points – somewhere in Pvengillar National Park there’s a car park called P5. If you ever find it, let me know? We were forty minutes late and we missed the boat (quite literally).
Still, there are worse places you could end up stuck. The drive to Pvengillar alone was breathtaking. Through miles and miles of a baron Winter wonderland until finally you hit a cattle grid and enter the park.
The scenery in Iceland means that you’re never short of something to look at. We spent hours driving around the park, taking in the scenery and decided to head home for our last night in Arkanes.
We encountered only one problem when we got home … A huge power cut hit our part of Arkanes. So we did the only logical thing. We ate more pizza, our host drove down from the farmhouse and gave us a heap of tea lights, we brought all our duvets into the lounge and spent our last night chatting, laughing and listening to an old favourite podcast… and honestly? It was perfect.
Tomorrow would see us hit the Blue Lagoon and (maybe) catch a flight home… 😉