While in Akureyri I decided to go ice caving. *Total* Bridget Jones moment on my part, but worth it. At one point I literally had people pushing my bum through a tiny cave opening to leave, while I struggled not to lose my pants (since I'd only planned for one day there and impulsively left 90% of my stuff with the hotel I last stayed at in Reykjavik, I only had one pair of pants with me. Unfortunately they were jeans. Not exactly ideal for sliding on ice, let me tell you). But I'm glad I went because it was fucking beautiful.
Bilbo agrees of course.
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