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An early start the second day, well 8:30am. We are to go on a 10 hour tour called the Golden Circle in a super jeep, to see some of Iceland’s natural phenomena.

The tour operator’s have these tours really well organised. Mini buses pick-up clients from individual hotels and take them to a central tour bus depot, where payments are made and the clients transfered to larger buses.

Three super jeeps, each with about eight people set off from Reykjavik, transit vans modified with big wheels.

Super jeeps on Langjökull glacier

Our first stop-off was a two hour journey to the Langjökull glacier. We certainly needed a four wheel drive as we left the tarmac roads, taking a lava track road, up towards the glacier.

We were told how the Langjökull glacier was receding, especially over the past five years, something the driver of our super jeep had noticed himself, and he predicted that not so far in the future the glacier will disappear completely.

As we climbed, the track got rougher, with deep tracks to negotiate, and we entered the snow band. It was surprising to see small lakes in the ice flow, so blue.

On the Langjökull glacier

On arrival, we were issued with a crash helmet, and a jumpsuit or thick overalls to place over our own thick clothes, I felt like Michelin man. But I was warm. Very warm.

After a short introduction to safety and how to ride and control a snowmobile, we set off one behind the other, up and onto the glacier, for one hour of freezing exhilaration. The flat ice of the glacier melted into the sky, and I became mesmerised by the singular white landscape racing past me, as I tried to keep the snowmobile riding in a straight line. Of cause it did, it just felt very strange, as I used to ride scooters or motorbikes, or bikes, as you turn a corner you lean the machine. Not with a snowmobile.

From the glacier, we traveled down to the Gullfoss waterfall, where the glacier waters fall producing a spray that freezes on the fences in long icicles, and feels extremely cold on the face.

Gullfoss Waterfall

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Again, frozen to the bone, we boarded the super jeep for our next destination, the world renowned geothermal area around Geysir hot spring. As we approached the area, steam rose into the sky like smoke from chimneys.

We were warned not to place our hands in the water to test the temperature as it was very hot (100 degrees C). Obviously, some people did not hear this warning as I noticed more than one person test the water, only to pull the hand away quickly. Boiling.

Pools of hot water steamed from the hot springs, heated by the inner earth, rock heated by magma, the water overflowed and ran down to Geysir itself.

Geysir, Iceland

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Here was a hole in the ground, and hot water flowed down into it, filling it to the rim. Every few minutes a great gush and a column of hot water shot into the air, showering unsuspecting visitors who walked downwind.

Leaving the warmth of the Geysir hot springs we entered the Thingvellir national park, where two tectonic plates, the American and Eurasian, are slowly drifting apart and the oldest parliament in the world was founded in 930 by the Vikings.

This is where our guide on the Northern Lights tour had told us about the fissures, enough to swallow a man. When we walked into the area the bus had parked the previous evening, it was a big tarmacked car park, and not a crack to be seen.

Oh how our minds can build mountains from mole hills.

The great wall of the American tectonic plate rose above us. It was strange to walk in the fissure, the main divide.

The American tectonic plate rose above us

A wondrous day, an adventure I was glad to have made.

I am sure there will be many metaphors to be made from my journey to be told in my courses.

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The first day in Iceland saw an evening trip into the cold night air on a warm coach full of people expectant on natures free light show, The Northern Lights.

The scientific name for the Northern Lights is “Aurora Borealis”, or aurora for short. The same phenomenon can also be seen in the Southern Hemisphere but known as the Southern Lights, or Aurora Australis.

The Sun is one gigantic nuclear explosion, which emits clouds of plasma. These clouds race through space and some towards earth. As these plasma particles start to enter our shield of defense the atmosphere, they collide with gases which create photons or light particles.

Rich Lacey www.northern-lights.no

These light particles form ribbons of light which dance along the magnetic force lines around the poles at a hight of between 80 to 200 kilometres above sea level.  

Different colours can be observed, according to time of the year, the activity of the sun, and the composition of the nitrogen and oxygen in the atmosphere.

Our bus took us to the site of the worlds first parliament formed in 930 by the Vikings. We were told that this is where the American Tectonic plate and the Eurasian Tectonic plate meet, and we were warned of many fissures around making it a dangerous place. As we got of the bus I edged my way in virtual total darkness, hoping I would not fall down a gap in the earth’s crust.

Venus shone brightly off our left shoulder, the North Star was up above us, as other stars twinkled, but no Northern Lights. We were told that the show does not happen every night.

Then, a white mist like cloud started to appear above us, and within minutes an arc of ribboned light, lit up the night. It could be likened to watching a rain storm in the far distance, etched against a dark sky , but this was far more visual and brighter.

I remember as a young boy in the Midlands of the UK, standing in the field at the back of my parents house looking north and seeing the sky dance with colours. Yes the Northern Lights have been seen as far south as Singapore.

Tonight we only saw white light. It was freezing, and one by one people sought the warmth of the bus. Nature must have known we had had enough, because the show was over, and we set off back home.

Ever eager not to miss this wonder of nature, we gazed out of the bus windows, and suddenly, nature gave us an encore. 

We stopped and again wrapped-up against the intense cold, we stood in awe as right above our heads, the Aurora Borealis gave us a dancing display, it was as if I could have reached up and touched the light. 

Like any encore it was short. We departed to get warm, and for me a hot chocolate. 

My first impressions of Iceland, (situated just south of the Artic Circle), which was limited to the south of the island, was the great lack of ice. Although very cold, -0 degrees and less, there was little or no snow, that what could be seen, was only visible on the mountain tops in the far distance. The land was covered with dead brown grass (it was just finishing winter), with the flat lava landscape covered in moss, and leafless small bushes.

   

I was told that neighboring Greenland is covered in ice and very un-green, and Iceland is green with vegetation, and the names were swapped to keep away visitors.

The land mostly volcanic, with some of the lava flows been laid down in the 1970’s, has had little time for fauna to establish itself, and certainly not enough time for nutrients to be established to support trees. The Icelanders are planting what they call forests, or small areas of trees.

Perhaps it was Easter, and the Icelanders had gone away for a long weekend to their “summer houses”, but the main shopping street in the capital Reykjavík was empty of shoppers. The street itself did not have the usual high street shops as other major towns or cities. There is no McDonnell’s, no Next dress shop, only one shop name I did recognise being Subway the sandwich shop.

I am told that the international shopping names do exist, but in the preferred shopping malls.

Driving was so leisurely. At no time did I see a traffic jam of more than three cars, there was no rush hour. A big difference to Istanbul, Milan or London.

Prices

Although the airport was only some 40 minutes drive, the first indication of how expensive Iceland is came with the cost of transfer from the airport to the hotel, nearly £26. As much as a taxi fare in the UK.

A simple meal in a standard Italian restaurant, the Rossopomodoro which seemed very popular with tourists, a pan fried chicken breast with potatoes and stir fried vegetables with a hot chocolate, (well it was cold) came to £30.

A sandwich at the Blue Lagoon (as seen) over £6.

Entrance into and taking tours was very costly, an evening coach trip to see the Northern Lights over £20.

Very expensive place, Iceland.

Clean

Everywhere is very clean, the houses look as if they have just been painted, and all appear to be in a very high state of repair. Perhaps this is due to the contrast between the hard, jagged dark lava and the very angular buildings sitting square on the land.

   

The hotel Klopp and side street, Reykjavík, Iceland

The hotel Klopp, Klapparstigur 26 101, Reykjavík, was well presented and clean. Our room was as a normal hotel room, except we had a small conservatory where we could watch TV. Only breakfast was provided, but free drinks were always available, and did I need my hot chocolate to warm me up after a trip outside. 

With a population of only 380,000 people, Iceland is a rich country, relaxing, slow and very clean. A big difference to the hustle and bustle of London, Paris and Istanbul having a population of 13 million.

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I love moving water, especially the sea.

What wondrous sights, of animals, people, things appear as my imagination runs riot, in the never to be seen again formations of waves washing the beaches.

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On a training trip to Sri Lanka, I relaxed, by watching the sea.

In the early 1980’s, I left the shores of the UK to work as Software Manager for the distributor of the computer manufacturer in Saudi Arabia Texas Instruments.

It was a five year stay that taught me a lot.

It taught me about different cultures, all the nationals of the world that were there in small numbers, we had to support each other, as the culture, living standards were certainly not Western, Eastern or British.

It taught me about religion, something I do not discuss with people. But, just to say that it was on a trip to Elephant Island off the coast of Bombay, India, that I had this insight that we all worship the same thing, it is just how we choose to understand it. Too much can be said, perhaps in the future.

At this time in Saudi Arabia, there were many restrictions on what we were allowed to do by the Saudis. We were not allowed to practice our own religion, television was highly censored, there were no clubs, pubs, cinemas, theaters, radio was not broadcast as I remember in English. The Internet did not exist, let alone PC computers.

Drink was banned, but I shared accommodation with an alcoholic, blue movies were banned, but this was the time I saw my first blue movie. Things were not what they appeared to the outside world.

We had to find our own entertainment, hire the latest video from illegal tape libraries, spend evenings walking around vast shopping malls buying counterfeit cassettes of the latest LP’s, or compilation tapes, Out NOW, or attend the weekly British Embassy Cinema Club, sitting outside to watch the big screen, being bitten by hoards of mosquitoes.

But in the privacy of my room, I would listen to the BBC World Service, choosing a frequency according to the time of day for best reception.

The music, “Lilliburlero” (to listen click here) which was played at the start of each hours news stands out in my mind. Another program, is Alistair Cook’s Letter From America. Perhaps the first blog, but on radio.

I seem to remember Alistair Cook starting his weekly correspondence, with a picture of him in my mind of him sitting in a big winged leather chair  with such words as:-

       “As I sit here…….”,

and he would report and comment on how he saw the world going by him in a quiet, controlled way, no controversy in his voice, no criticism, just putting his rational point of view, allowing the listener to come to their own conclusions, understandings of the issues of the week. He would use stories, metaphors, of happenings to illustrate what he was talking about.

Was he an NLP’er?

Sadly he has gone to the home in the sky, the one we will all visit one day, but I hope his influence, his broadcasts have helped me in writing this blog. 

I do not seek to offend, cause controversy, just to say what is happening to me, as I see the world,  to perhaps impart some information of my knowledge to help you to enrich your world, to teach some of NLP, Hypnosis, Learning, Memory, Reading, PhotoReading, Mind Maps.

If I write something it comes from my heart, it was correct as I see the word at that time, if I place a picture or photograph for you to see, perhaps that is the only picture I have at that time. It is my Cat On The Mat, my understanding of the world.

I welcome your comments and feedback.

I only see things through my eyes, hear with my ears, feel with my feelings. 

I ask that you enrich my world, my understanding with yours.

Please share, so we can all share and become one.