Delicious Demon

We approach Iceland, and as we fly over the south coast along the shoreline of the Reykjanesfólkvangur national park I ask why are we only here for a few hours? 

We've not even allowed time for the uber tourist stop-over treat of the Blue lagoon.
It is a tourist mecca, but we love it. 

A by-producut of a power plant, it's a crazy mish-mash of natural and man-made elements resulting in a blue glowing mud pool that is good for the skin and the soul.
So much so, that an industry has evolved around this modern elixir of life.

We've visited Iceland in winter and summer, and done so in the extremes of light and dark. Sunrise at 11am on a cold Sunday morning in January, walking through the centre of Reykjavik with not a single person on the streets, (they like their Saturday nights here) only for the sun to start to dip just after 2pm. Dark by 3pm.

We've also returned from the ATP music festival at the old Keflavik airbase in the middle of the summer, and tried to get hotdog at the famous Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur hotdog stand at 3am, and it's been as light as a summer's day.

The long and short days both have their good and bad points.

But we are on a tight schedule and we're not leaving the airport, so we console ourselves with the the fact that we are able to stay air-side, with little fuss. Which makes the transfer to Toronto that little bit easier.

In fact, the nice tablet screens on the Icelandair planes continually remind us that Iceland is the perfect stop-over between Europe and North America, and the message is certainly hitting home. The relatively small airport at Keflavk is packed to the rafters, and its standing room only for the 90 minutes we have there. 

But they do have fabulously huge and extravagant toilet cubicles, you could fit a small family in there. 

Small word of warning mind, make sure you empty the sink before using the over-sink Dyson air blowers, they harness the energy of an aircaft engine. If there's any soap or water in there you're gonna get wet.

The time difference of five hours between Iceland and Toronto is approximately the same time as the flight duration, so we arrive the same time as we leave, which is always fun to ponder.

And it means I have an enternity to dry off.

Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur hotdog stand, Reykjavik. 3am 2015.