Reykjavík into Southern Iceland, Monday, February 18, 2019 [Daytime]

[heroic_jawline]

It's colder today--a high of only 32 F (0 C) is expected, but it's sunny and bright--perfect for taking pictures of beautiful national parks, stunning waterfalls, and impressive geysers. Which is good because that's what we're seeing today! Everyone grab some breakfast and get on your minibuses--it's time to explore Iceland!

Comments

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[biotic_psychotic]

No you don't, Jack told him, You just sound like you walked straight the fuck out of a Dickens novel.

She didn't mind his accent.

I'll think of something to test your mettle with, she promised him, You're pure fucked we find a karaoke bar here.

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[furnaceface]

//See, you call it 'pure fucked,' I call it, 'an excuse to ply people for drinks if they want me to do another.'//

See? He had this figured out.

//Or if they want me to stop. I can read the room that way.//

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[biotic_psychotic]

You'd be drunk after the third drink you had, Jack informed him fondly, Though pissed might just be the best way to sing Pearl Jam.

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[furnaceface]

Could she hear him laughing from over here? Because he was. Laughing.

//You never know,// he joked, //might just take an East End lad half-trolleyed on Icelandic lagers to finally make any of those lyrics halfway intelligible for you.//

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[biotic_psychotic]

Could you see the sharp, wicked smile, Jon?

East End lad who's been plied with the local drink of distilled schnapps that's oh so lovingly called 'Black Death'. It's flavored with caraway seed. It is reportedly intensely flavored.

Lager. Lager?! Pffffft. Lager.

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[furnaceface]

Look, Jon was a lager boy.

Who was still faintly amused at this other suggestion, yes.

//Or that,// he replied easily. //At least once, I suppose. Don't think I'm a fan of caraway, but hell, it's been years.//

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[biotic_psychotic]

Nobody with a properly wired mouth is a fan of caraway, Jon, Jack informed him with amusement riding over the words, But when in Iceland..

Drink the terror liquor that even the locals only drank at holiday time.

Re: Boarding the Minibuses

[furnaceface]

//Guess we'll find out how my mouth is wired, then.//

Hey, he was game. Why the hell not? Even if he'd end up with regrets. At least it would be worth a try.