On day one we had a charming, breezy guide and odious companions. On day two, it was the opposite. The guide is doing for Icelandic tourism what Basil Fawlty did for the Torquay hospitality industry! But we didn’t let her spoil our day, and there was some fun to be had mocking her with other passnegers. Though her terrible English was incomprehensible to us most of the time, and unintelligible to the ESL passengers, which was a pity. We all ended up helping each other out using the shared second languages.
Many, many pictures of the pretty under the cut.