Charlie couldn't stand the thought of a bus with more people and many stops, so we hired a taxi for the 40 km drive to Reykjavic. We were quoted $95 - it ended up $121 - most expensive cab ride we have ever taken, but he was a nice guy who gave us some good tips. We arrived at our hotel, again - just said our names and we handed a key - no sign in required. We are on the 5th floor on the fashionable strip in town - lots of boutiques and jewellers and tourist info places and cafes and restaurants. We showered and went for a walk, and decided that in fact, Australia has become an expensive place to live. I know our dollar is doing very well (thank goodness), but one of the fanciest restaurants in town has main courses for $50 - same as us. Most of the tourist places here had mains for $30 - same as every pub in town seems to these days. We decided on an italian restaurant with a set menu - lovely lovely meal, after 2 days of aeroplane food. The glass of wine went to my head very quickly, such that dessert and the bill could hardly come quickly enough - we were tucked up in bed by 8:25, and asleep by 8:26, I think. A very long and somewhat surreal day of 50 hrs.
Tory posing with tired eyes at our La Primavera.
A very large stretched Icelandic Truck. What GFC!