Strokkur or Butterchurn. Geysir's smaller neighbour that goes off every 8 min or so. I couldn't help giggling every time it blew up. There was an infectiously giddy atmosphere around this place. For some reason, seeing warm water spurt 35 metres into the air just brings a smile to everyone's face. Also the site of the infamous lost key incident.

Matt and I at Pingvellir, the site of the original Icelandic parliament, first convened in 930AD. Those Icelanders! Matt often remarked on the character of the Icelanders, including our first gas station attendant: Benedict, "love that guy!" Something I noticed when I first arrived here, but now take for granted, is their straight forward, no messing around attitude; never rude, but definitely no over the top, saccharine greetings.