Checking into our new hotel, we were horrified to find out that there are smaller hotel rooms than what we had in Stockholm. This room was a tiny 10 square metres... We refuse too call this the smallest hotel room ever as we are afraid we will jinx ourselves and get an even smaller room in the coming days. The room was so small that we couldn't open our bags on the floor and had to put them on the bed to get out our clothes. The only "seat" was a stool, which was stored on top of the shelf, to create more space!
We set out to explore the town some more, and went to the "settlement museum" which gives the history of teh founding of Reykjavik. The museum includes the relics of a "long house" and other archeological finds. What was different about this museum is that it was upfront about things that it was guessing or making assumptions about, for example, "we think this piece of metal was used for... and it may have come from Asia or maybe even Europe".
After a quick lunch we walked back to the hotel to get our swimmers as we were going to an Icelandic bath house/pool. We then walked back to almost the same place we had lunch at for the pool. We knew that the following day we'd be going to the Blue Lagoon, and much is written about bathhouse etiquette (ie communal naked showing where locals will chastise you if you don't wash appropriately), we thought we'd do a dry run!
The local bathhouse was amazing, there were three hot tubs with temperatures ranging from 37 to 42 degrees, a steam room, sauna, a freezing cold plunge pool, and indoor and outdoor lap pools. Mick's back was playing up again, and found the baths and their jets to be very therapeutic The indoor pool had a 3m driving board. Damo confirmed that Mick extremely scared when jumping off (channeling the Mr Bean 'High Dive' episode). Once or fingers looked like prunes we decided to leave the warm bath waters and head out for dinner (after walking back to the hotel to drop off our wet gear.
For dinner we walked back into the city for a rather forgettable meal (it literally took us 5 minutes trying to remember where we ate this night - "Staff" which is part of the OK hotel) before heading to Reykjavik's only gay bar. The bar, Kiki, was hosting a drag karaoke night, given it was a Sunday night, we thought this could be either a very good night or a very shit one. Our hostess Gogo Star educated us on drag karaoke - if you can't sing, you just mime like a drag queen... The first guy up lipped-scynced his song and he was so terrible that all of his mates left the bar to go out for a smoke! The drag queen was very funny and the drinks were half price, so obviously it was deemed a great night. We then walked back home along our well worn path between the city and our hotel
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