On 17th June the young little nation Iceland celebrates its independence from Denmark. Its pretty much a family day with everybody going out, joining parades, listening/watching programs on openair stages, buying charity cakes for a local school choir... you got the picture.
This day is famous for its bad weather (or even worse. check this out, there happened to be an earthquake near Reykjavik on 17th June 2000!) but we've been very lucky this year. It has been the hottest 17th June in the history of independent Iceland. More details? Like statistics? Read, think, try to comprehense: 17 C (= 63 F) state the hot-record for about 62 years! [sigh]
I'm really not for hot weather but warm does not hurt, doesn't it?
By the way. A sockapaloo-2-za participant happened to make holidays in Iceland. Go over to Erika and check out her pictures, they are nice (love her "wool cakes" :) Too bad, that I didn't know her, more precisely didn't know about her and her travel plans before the sockapal-2-za, so we missed the opportunity to meet.
Anybody on a stopover in Iceland - drop me a line.
To get you in the mood, or just show you an excerpt on what to expect, I thought I'll share some impressions from the national celebration with you.
Notice the 'not so wooly, not so scratchy'-variant of an Icelandic sweater the little girl is wearing?
But what are they all looking at?
But they were fun! And maybe the caribean influence had its share in the temperature record.
No more "party pictures" but the beautiful midnight sun I enjoyed on my way home.
This is the view over the habour bay in Hafnarfjörður and ...there... on the left. Or better here:
You can see Snæfellsjökull, the vulcano that, according to Jules Verne, is the entrance to the centre of the earth. This magnificent vulcano is most of the times hidden in clouds.
Last but not least the colourful sky just before falling into bed.