Day 11 Donkey poo chocolate balls and dry fish

Breakfast in Reykjavik is surprisingly pleasant, they even have soya milk for the morning coffee which makes the lactose intolerant in me very happy. 

At 9 am the sun isn't up yet but we are already set for our car trip to the Southern waterfalls. As the hotel doors open to let us through a blast of cold air enwraps my entire body into a frosty cloud and I run back inside. Argh, ouch, yaks, it's bloody freezing, I wasn't made for this. I walk around for a few minutes but my brain finally realises that eventually I'll have to leave and I venture out again to buy water and a snack for the trip. Strangely enough, in a supermarket with very limited food choices, I bump into peanut butter cups...oh evil. Just beside it, a package of  donkey poo chocolate balls and  dry fish. Jzz weird stuff! 

Used to the Irish mannerisms i address people by: 'Hi, how are you.' They appear surprised and answer 'very well thank you, and you? Absent minded I sometimes forget to reply, which confuses them even more.

Just a little appendix as if you aren't Irish you might not know that 'hey how are you' addressed to a stranger, means exactly the same as 'good morning' and it doesn't imply an answer.Icelandic are friendly people, they don't over smile but are polite and professional. I come out with coconut water (my favourite drink on earth) and a postcard.

Bloody Icelandic give mini chocolates with every cup of tea or coffee, and I have been having a few to keep warm. G and P slag me and end up eating my chocolates, K just feels sorry for me. G says: 'you have picked a really bad timing for this detox!' 'There's never a good time to give up sugar!' I say Brrr and brrr, I was never this cold in my entire life, P photographs the world and all the passing clouds but I think twice before removing my gloves for a picture opportunity. ' Is what i am seeing really worth it to freeze my fingers for?' The answer is yes, the landscape is mind blowing but for a tree hugger like me, who loves ancient trees and forests, the nakedness of the land disturbs me a bit. There's no vegetationWe see waterfalls, rainbows, sheep, volcanos, tiny donkeys, icy mountains and the sea, but very few people. Where is everyone? Icelandic little villages look like abandoned towns, there is no one on the streets and there's very little movement. Once you leave Reykjavik, there are very few restaurants and snack bars, not particularly touristy oriented in the country side. I get stuck in a public bathroom in the waterfalls park. Just as I was about to panic due to the confined enclosed space and the lack of humanity around here, the lock finally gives in. Mhm,' what's with me and doors these days?'