OUCH!

Yesterday, me and Anette went to see a Viking Village. The brochure we had said that it would be a marked and everything. When we got there, however, we were sorely disappointed. Turns out the Viking Village was a hotel and a restaurant that didn’t open until 6 o’clock. Big disappointment. Instead we went to Perlan to see the Saga Museum, which was quite good and saved our day.

Today, on the other hand, we went horseback riding. I named my horse Fishy in my head. Don’t ask, I have no idea myself. The horse was big! At least it looked like it was to me. I even need help to get up in it. *grumbles about short legs* *muses*And I think half the stab in that place was Swedish… Why are there so many Swedish people in Iceland??

My horse was a calm one, luckily. No one in our group had any experience with horses to begin with. The horses did all the work, really. At least my horse did. And I don’t think he likes water too much. We were going to cross a river, and mine stopped when we reached it. I had to make him move again. Then when we stopped on the other side so that everyone could catch up, Fishy (yes, I will continue to call him that) took the opportunity to eat a bit. I almost fell off when he suddenly decided that the grass aaaaall the way down to the ground looked tasty *loves him still*. He also liked to follow. When the horse in front of him stopped, so did he, even though the other guy wanted me to pass him so that he could ride next to his wife. Stubborn horse. I got him to walk eventually though.

It rained first on our trip. And I, stupid me, forgot to bring other shoes than my lovely purple Converse and a pair of crocs. What the f*** was I thinking??? Mum, I still need you to pack for me. As a result of my stupidity, my Converse is now in dire need of a wash, but I’m in too much pain to bother.

And if anyone tells you tylt (a form of riding that only the Icelandic horses have) is like floating, kick their arse for me, will you? I haz a pains. (ICanHasCheezburger webside = not good for my English). I got myself a mantra when we were going in tylt: Sports-bra, sports-bra, sports-bra. I wanted it. I wanted it very much. My butt, thighs, back, shoulders, neck and everything in-between is aching! Moving means paaaaiiin! Which is why I’m camped in bed with my computer, chocolate (which is actually called Sirius! Gotta love that!!) and coke. If it weren’t for the pain, life would be good.

After the horse riding, we went to the Blue Lagoon. That was beautiful! It has earned its name at least! Very. Very blue! The water was absolutely wonderful! And warm, we must not forget warm! And steamy! *loved Blue Lagoon*. They also had pots of mud mask along the edges! The lagoon itself is not man made, except from the place where they closed the area down a bit and the building with showers, changing rooms, café, restaurant and souvenir shop. I’ve bought stuffs! *is happy*

We ended the day by going to a Kebab place and buy food at 11. Now we’re sitting in our beds eating our food.