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Sólheimajökull Glacier. ..There is a reason why they call the place Iceland.  The place knows how to get cold.  And, I was not prepared for the kind of cold I faced.  On a previous trip to the Arctic Circle, in Finland, I learned that cold doesn’t matter as long as you know how to dress for it.  I was warm and comfortable in Finland.  So, I guess I didn’t learn my lesson because I repeat, I was not prepared for Iceland.  I froze.

I opted for a tour along the southern coast of Iceland to unpronounceable waterfalls, Sólheimajökull Glacier (also unpronounceable) and beaches that blurred together in the cold.  The thermometer in the van claimed it was -11 degrees Centigrade outside.  That didn’t include the wind chill factor with a gale force strong enough to knock you down and take you sliding over the ice.  Just before sunset, our little group arrived at the path leading to the glacier. I did not enjoy that hike one little bit. I was cold, well . . . freezing, and I much preferred the idea of a café and a cappuccino. But, I trudged along like an unhappy camper - or, in this case, hiker.

At one point, I took this photo of a fellow tour passenger.  I thought he looked as cold and miserable as I felt.

Ben Frozen
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