Iceland Pictures - Day 3 - Geysir -> Gulfoss -> Hvammgaerdi(Fire and Ice) -> Selfoss (Dinner & Bar) -> Fire and Ice -> Debauchery

     Once again we woke up to shouts of "Daylights a-wastin', boys!" Thanks, Neil. The hangovers weren't so bad this morning, probably because we were getting used to the time difference and our bodies were adjusting to the copious amounts of alcohol that were being forced inside. We actually got up relatively early (9:30am) and made it to the all you can eat Breakfast buffet at the Geysir Hotel. We found a little piece of heaven there: Beykonoister spread. Not really sure what it meant, we inferred by the pictures it was Bacon and Cheese spread, and boy was it good. We ate a lot.

     After ingesting lots of bacon-cheese spread we packed up our sleeping bags and wandered accross the street to the geothermal area that made Geysir famous. Pictures are below. Our plan was to visti Geysir, Gulfoss and then try to race back down the coast and catch a ferry to Vestmannaeyar. Because it was winter there was only 1 ferry a day, so that plan didn't work and we ended up staying in Hvagaerdi at the Fire and Ice Guesthouse, pictured below. We did manage to find a liquor store (because everyone drinks hevily in Iceland they are very carefully controlled) where we picked up another 2 cases of tall boys, another bottle vodka, another bottle of rum, I think and another bottle of Brenniven, I think. These bottles were not long in this world.

     I'm not really sure I could accurately explain all that happened this fateful night. Fire and Ice was gorgeous. I believe we drank the most this night, as well, and we were definitely the most belligerent. There are a few pictures missing (we forgot to take a picture of the restaurant we ate at-- although we did credit card roulette for the $180 dinner, so Shannon has a nice memory (and credit card bill to prove it) of the "black house" and it's delicious little lobsters. Mmm, mmm.

     I will try to fill in the night as much as I can but here we start in the morning exploring Geysir . . .

The only really active geyser left at Geysir was one called Strokkur, which Shannon thought was really funny. 'You gotta "strokkur" real hard if you want her to shoot!' Strokkur shot off about 30 feet in the air about every 5 minutes, but we couldn't seem to time it right for a picture.	Strokkur means "the churn" in English, and thus it also the name of my Fantasy Baseball Team this year, owing to the terrific strategy (churning pitchers) that won the whole thing for me last year.
It was raining fairly hard and pretty damn windy to boot, too. So all the water in the air flying around pretty much soaked us.	Three happy wet guys.
	(Left) Waiting for Strokkur to blow. (Above) There were plenty of Yellowstone like cool colored hot pools around, too. But it was really wet so we didn't waste much time mucking around in the mud looking at water.
We got back in the trusty Opel, wet clothes and all and drove the 30 minutes (sipping a little Brenniven and warm Viking beer along the way to take the edge off) to Gulfoss, purportedly Iceland's most beautiful spot.	The falls were gorgeous, and it was damn near pouring down buckets when we got out to hike around.
These shots from the top make it look like a pretty normal waterfall, but as we got closer it became apparent that there were multi-levels and some pretty impressive drop offs.	I took this shot with Kendra's camera, which wasn't diggin' the wet, sloppy weather. There are a couple of blurry figures down towards the left that are Neil and Seth.
The foam spraying from the 100 foot last drop blew back up the steep cliff on the other side and froze into a kind of antithesis of the waterfall; it looked like the water was freezing going up.	The drop was so long and so steep and the path took you so close it was hard to get a good shoot that would portray this cool phenomona.
Here you can see Seth standing by the biggest drop of the waterfall and the frozen foam climbing back up.	Neil reciting verse, awe-inspired by the tremendous sight.
Neil and Seth took off down a path called "no entrance" and shot this picture of Shannon and I hiking back up to the car.	Here Seth contemplates whether or not he can make the climb back up with the extra 30 pounds of soaked purple jeans.