We weren’t scheduled to arrive into port until 13:00, so we had another morning of being “at sea”. Starting off a cruise with two (and a half) sea days maybe isn’t the best because we really appreciated getting off the ship! Not that we were getting Lord of Flies yet.
Simon has decided that I need him to be my personal trainer, and I have to admit, it wasn’t bad, though I am still sore from the workout! It is funny though how, especially on a cruise ship, you overhear people and think to yourself “boy, I am glad I don’t have to deal with them on a regular basis.” Ran into a couple more of those in the gym. The gym is really really nice. We thought the one on the Celebrity Millennium was well fitted out, the Celebrity Eclipse puts it to shame.
Simon booked us on a bicycle tour of “downtown” Reykjavik. We thought it would be a good way to see the sights. After a bit of confusion of where to meet our tour guide, we were off on a 3 hour tour. The city is quite interesting. The Reykjavik metropolitan area hosts a third of the the population of Iceland. While our guide wasn’t brilliant, he did more than adequate job of guiding us around. I think I have realised the Icelanders have an even dryer sense of humour than the British.
We headed back to the ship for a bit to eat about 19:00 and discovered that the ship was “deserted”. It seems that lots of folks had things planned in the evening. That suited us just fine and had a very relaxing, albeit quick meal in the buffet.
Because we were in the land of the midnight sun in July, Simon also booked us on a cave/hike/midnight sun tour. I wasn’t sure what to expect (and I don’t think Simon was either). I know Simon is going to write more on this subject, so I expect you would rather read his post.
By the time we got back to the ship, we were exhausted, but figured, having the sun not set yet, that we might go for a cheeky cocktail. The bartender at the Martini Bar on board (yes, ok, they have a whole bar dedicated to Martinis!) is rather crazy we discovered. You might have started to wonder if he had been drinking the Martinis himself. Simon order a Margarita strait up, which was rather quite full on for him. I had a “Cherry Lane Martini” which was quite tasty. Because we were staying in port overnight, lots of others seem to feel like we did and didn’t mind having a drink before retiring late after the sunset (11:58 to be precise).
