We were waiting at the pick up point at 10.30am as arranged but no sign of the vehicle or guide. He showed up at 10.50am. He tried to explain why he was late, but as he spoke in Icelandic, we didn’t understand. It became clear almost immediately that he spoke no English. He was the driver/guide due to take us on a 4 hour tour!
He kept saying Blue Lagoon. I tried to make him understand that that was to be the final highlight of the tour. He realised there was a problem and rang (presumably) the office. He was still driving while speaking to a lady on his mobile and he would from time to time pass the phone to me. She could speak some English and was clearly aware that they had made a major mistake.
What was frustrating was that we appeared to be driving aimless,y about on the outskirts of Reykjavík without any idea about what was to happen for the rest of the day.
Eventually the lady in the office indicated that a replacement guide/driver had been found who spoke English and that the two vehicles would meet up somewhere shortly. After a time we drove into a car park that appeared to be in the middle of nowhere and a familiar vehicle drove in. It was Hamet from yesterday!
He apologised. He had finished the activities that had been lined for him that day so we set off on a tour which took us to various areas that been devastated by volcanos and earthquakes. One town was almost desolate. People had lost everything. Houses were split in half. All were cut off from water and drainage . Some were still occupied with owners trying to patch up the only asset that they had.
We then drove to an area covered in cooled down volcanic ash. Miles and miles of heavy dried up mud. And in the middle of it was a vast tarmac covered car park with hundreds of cars, buses and coaches parked there. The Blue Lagoon. A long path through the volcanic gunge piled high on either side took you to an open area with thousands of people.
There, in the middle of acres and acres of heavy duty mud was an oasis with a modern hotel, eating establishments and bluish coloured water. And there were thousands of people swimming in it amongst the rocks.
Someone had created a major tourist attraction out of nothing. And apparently, once the Blue Lagoon had established itself, the government agreed to build a massive wall of mud (I guess it is 20 or 30 metres high) around it in an attempt to protect it against volcanic ash flowing over it in the future.
We had lunch there on a terrace and watched the swimmers before returning to the ship.
Hreyfill taxis have refused to compensate us for supplying a guide who could not speak English and for endeavouring to take us on a tour that we had not ordered. A taxi ride from the ship to the Blue Lagoon and back again would have cost a quarter of the amount we paid! Beware!
Smithy is not a happy bunny so far as Hreyfill Taxis are concerned but if you come across Hamet ( I’m not sure how you spell his name) grab him. He’s a lovely, warm enthusiastic guide.













