New Year's Eve in Iceland
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December 31st, 2009 – by: sarahelaine
As we approached Reykjavik, the sky was already alight with fireworks. They are always strange from a distance too, with the coloured lights blooming on the horizon. We had to change buses in the bus station; it turns out that Icelandic airport buses take you to your actual hotel and not just to the centre somewhere. This is quite a shock to a Brit.
The hotel Iain had chosen was incredible.
We dropped our stuff and headed off to town to find some food. Tired from our journey, and a very funny story that I promised I wouldn't tell but essentiually kept us up the night before, we opted for comfort fod; a curry. The curry was amazing. It is one of the best meals I have ever had, beautifully cooked, really fresh - of the many things I expected from Iceland, amazing curry wasn't on the list!
Knackered, we decided on a nap.
At half past eleven we went off to see the fireworks that everyone had told us about. The Place to Be was the square in front of the great Lutheran cathedral at the top of the town, we had been told, adn up we went.
The sky was on fire. THere was no rope barrier, none of the health and safety panic that I associate with fireworks - just utter chaos, in a great way. All the young people in the city seemed to be out with a bag of fireworks and a six pack of something to drink. In any space in the square big enough, people were setting off rockets. A few weren't aimed right, and bounced through a giggling crowd or ricochetted off the cathedral. I've never seen anything like it.
Right up untl the point when a bit of spent gunpowder landed right in my eye. Next time I'm in Reykjavik for new year I'll bring ski goggles or something!
Even that didn't put us off, but we did beat a strategic retreat to the edge of the square.
We stayed out for a little while longer, but around one or so we were really, really tired. We had another couple of drinks in the hotel lobby and went to bed. To tell the truth, I was pissed off, because the Icelanders don't go to bed until somewhere near dawn. And dawn is about nine in the morning. Maybe another year, we won't have a stupid night the night before and we'll be able to keep the pace. Either that, or my upcoming birthday really has turned me old!
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