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Day One:
Icelandic Ponies
Norse Attack
Blue Lagoon

Day Two:
Black Sand Beach
Sea Kayaking
Whitewater Rafting

Day Three:
Clubbing Again

Day Four:
Back Home


Karyn and Paul Bednarksi on the trip back to Reyjavik

Top: The put-in point on the river Hvita.

Right: The bus tows its precarious load.

Left: Two of the SuperJeep drivers relax t Stokkseyri

The walk around the geysers also featured reddish hot springs, steam vents and oddly formed mineral deposits. The hill behind the geysers, Laugarfjall, provided a dramatic backdrop for the hot springs. Both Paul and I lingered behind the crowd, waiting for the perfect moment to photographic the geysers in action.

Heading back down the road, we soon turned off the highway onto a dirt road, and arrived a large farm, where we were again fitted with waterproof suits, large helmets and life vests for the rafting excursion on the river Hvita. The manager of the rafting operation was an American from Idaho, who had been convinced that Iceland was the next mecca for whitewater. His colorful banter and instruction put the group at ease. He warned us about drowning, freezing and told us not to bring our cameras, as they would surely get "busted".

Half the group hopped onto the ancient rafting bus, which also towed the rafts. Karyn, Kathy, Paul and I followed in our Jeep, and watched as the rafts teetered and tottered, almost falling off the trailer. Luckily, they never fell completely off the flatbed, and we made it to the river in one piece. Our river guide showed us how to paddle, how to hang on to the raft, and told us what to do if we were unlucky enough to fall into the icy water. That said, we split up into groups of eight to ten, and carried our watercraft down a rocky incline to the roiling gray water of the Hvita.

The class three river run was pretty tame by most standards. Our guides pushed the rafts through a few swells and rolls, and then we floated peacefully through a rocky basalt gorge. Some of the rafters grew restless and began splashing each other playfully. The warfare escalated and the guides in their wet suits jumped overboard and tried to drag each other into the water. Buckets on board the rafts served as water cannon, and more than a few rafters were drenched.

Before we knew it, we arrived at the takeout point. Trevor, riding in our raft, was disappointed that there was so little river action, decided to create a little action of his own. He did a scuba backflip into the water, and resurfaced with such a look of surprise on his face that I knew that the water temperature was just a little cooler than he had bargained for. On shore, one of the water fight instigators, Joe Paglino, took a bucket of water over the head from Larry Harding in payment for the many buckets Joe had slung on the river.



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