Took the day off on Thursday and in the morning attended my bro's graduation from Warwick Uni. Bro fucked up and didn't managed to get me a ticket for the hall where it was being held. Still had a nice meal after in Leamington Spa and got a lift back to London.
Went home, finished packing and got the tube to Heathrow airport for 7PM. Met up with the guys there: wop-frog resteranteur dude, armenian aircraft broker, a russian friend and a cypriot friend of aircraft broker. A veritable United Nations with a similar capacity for decision making.
Got on the Iceland Air plane just after 9 and we had to wait one hour before taking off as the computer system had broken down and they didn't know how many people were on the plane or something. During the flight we had the worst service ever. One food and drink trolley for a plane with 250 people aboard!
Got into Reykjavik airport at 1AM and it was sort of a wierd twilighty darkness. One half an hour really expensive taxi drive later, we were at the Radisson-SAS hotel. Bar was shut so we bought along our bottles of duty free booze and had a quick snifter before retiring.
The hotel was a ten minute walk from 'downtown' so we went and got a coffee 'n' brunch in the local main square. Nice sunny weather so we sat outside and waited for resteranteur's bro, Patrick Bateman, to turn up with his friends from London. We went down to the docks and got on a tourist boat and set out to sea. After about ten minutes we smelled the whales long before we got to see them. Minkie Whales stink of fish. This was my best photo as the fuckers only come up for air for about 5 seconds.
We also saw some puffins and then headed back to port for about 4:30. Here's the dudes and dudesses I was with: see if you can spot who the characters are-
Revolving resteurant and nightlife
We all went our seperate ways to pick up hire cars and to have a shower etc. Then we drove to this massive silver water tower which had a revolving restaurant on top with spectacular views of Reykjavik. Pretty posh and pricey. Had loads of vino and reindeer meat which was pretty tasty in a venison sort of way. No smoking at the table though, I had to smoke in a seperate bar area in the centre which didn't revolve and as i was quite drunk I kept on losing my way back to the table.
Afterwards myself, the aircraft broker and the russian guy went out to to the Solon Bar while the other numpties were lame and went to bed. I stayed out until 3AM perusing the fine young ladies of the town. This is how light it was when I was returning to the hotel.
Geysers, waterfalls and other sights
I woke up with a mild hangover, had a bit of breakfast and felt a lot better. We all finally left the hotel in the car about 11AM to drive to see the famous
tourist traps natural wonders of this beautiful country. My guys had to follow Patrick Bateman's Fiat in our Suzuki Vitara. He would slam on the crakes with no warning, turn off without indicating and generally was a shit driver. We drove for about an hour and half through dramatic lunar like landscapes until we got to this big tourist complex where the geyser was located. Fortunately the geyser 'blew' every five minutes so I managed to eventualy get an OK shot of it.
We then drove to a waterfall which was nice but not exactly that amazing so I didn't put a photo in. Then we got lost and ended stuck on the wrong side of Reykjavik and had go back on ourselves. We got back to the hotel about sixish, had a shit, shower and a shave and drove up to Patrick Bateman's house for 7:30 bringing our supplies of duty free booze for the party.
PB lives on a hill overlooking Reykjavik and has a split level house with a huge front room upstairs, balcony, a lower level conaining the bedrooms and garden area with a hot-tub. It's half complete as he's moving back to London soon because he's bored and wants to resume being a broker. We first had a barbie before the rest of the guests arrived. We sampled whalemeat which was not very nice and had a strong fishy aftertaste. The Icelandic lamb was pretty nice. I was also getting very sloshed on champagne and gin and tonic.
The other guests arrived about 10:30 and included a huge number of extremely fit girls like these.
Unfortunately I can't actually remember much that happenned at the party as I was so drunk but I was apparantly asking lots of girls to take off their tops for photos for 500 kroner. I woke up in the hotel room floor stark naked but my anal virginity was still intact luckily.
Hangover, flight back to London
Did what it says in the title above on sunday...
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