Next morning we woke to this view from our cabin … a great day in store.

We braved a ship’s bus tour around the “golden circle”. Past pretty farms in bleak landscape …

To Pingvellir … the place where the European plate and the North American plates are visibly drifting apart.

We walked down the “Rift Valley” …

The wind was cold. “Not happy, Jan!”

This stream seemed to emerge from nowhere … then on down to a huge lake.

Then on through strange rocky landscapes … with what looked like moon dust blowing in the wind …

… to Geysir (that gave it’s name to all geysers in the world)

Boiling water ponds in an eerie landscape …

we watched people watching the geyser going off about every 5 minutes …

… then went closer … ponder this freak and lucky photo as the next eruption started …

… blew up to this in a small fraction of a second …

… and retracted to this …

Then on to Gullfoss, one of Iceland’s many great waterfalls.

A huge rush of milky glacial water …

Then past more orderly farms …

… and a lava field before returning to Reykjavik for another little adventure …

… but that’s another story!