Flying over Greenland as we make our way to the land of fire and ice.

Behold ! The mythical creature of the mist...

Gurgling mud... looked like boiling cement.

All buskers should wish for a gig like this.

If she only knew, this picture would not have turned out as well.

We've arrived back to the basalt columns at Vik's black sand beach.

WTF dude, beat it already!

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No trip to iceland is complete without fashionable footwear.

And we've now arrived at Jokullsarlon, the iceberg lagoon. A true sight to behold.

Alone... in the vastness of this land.

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Tasting a piece of 100,000 year old ice.

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That's the shape of my heart and about the same temperature.

Laufskálavarða is a location from which hundreds of cairn trail demarcate passable trails through the inhospitable interior of Iceland.

On the boat sailing to Vestmannaeyjar island.

Not quite a cat island like Tashirojima was, but close.

I probably shouldn't admit this, but the bottom left is cooked Puffin, which is a common dish in Vestmannaeyjar. This is the island with the most breeding puffins and they have an ancient tradition of catching as many puffins as possible during a weeklong festival. Basically they just swing a canvas bag in the air and catch a whole bunch at a time. Definitely not the smartest bird in Iceland.

And there's the volcano, named Eldfell, that laid waste to a good portion of the island in the 90s. And of course it's still active.

On our approach to the mighty Gullfoss.

And then on to Geysir as we continue along the Golden Circle (of tourists).

Now at x, the final stop on the golden circle. Glad to see we got a sunny for this visit. The last time we were here, the fog and rain was so thick you could barely see ten feet in front of you.

A frisky Iceland Horse. DON'T call it a pony!

And our final stop on the day of our return flight... ah Blue Lagoon, how I've missed thee.

And back over Greenland we go again.