As planned we arrived at the Blue Lagoon early (if you call 9:30 early) but to our surprise we were told that they were booked out. It is the first time we have ever heard of a swimming pool being "booked out". But that was the case, seems they limit the daily population to 3000+ and in the summer mornings the spots are all reserved mostly for the tour bus brigade. So we departed towards Reykjavik without being soothed by the calming hot waters of the Blue Lagoon.

The other surprise of the the morning was a formula off-road motorsports adventure. If you google "formula offroad Iceland" you will find youtube videos of these amazing 4x4 vehicles climbing cliffs. Well I had read that one could actually get a ride in one of these vehicle (as a passenger) while in Reykjavik. So this morning I did some more research, found a place that indeed did run such a tourist business but the price blew my socks off - over US$700 for a 7-10 minute ride. By comparison a 40 minute helicopter ride (minimum of 2 passengers) would have costs in total (for Nina and I) less than $500. So as you can probably guess there was no off-road ride.

A bit after lunch we arrived at our nights destination Camping Reykjavik got settled in and went off to find the downtown part of the city.

Actually we went off to find a place where Nina could get her finger nails done. We spent the afternoon at this somewhat strange (and out of character) endeavor but eventually found a suitable place and made a booking for tomorrow. In the process of the looking we got a pretty good tour of the central part of Reykjavik

Back at camp the fun was only just starting. On arrival we had been a little surprised by how much space was available. But as the evening wore on this changed. A big yellow tourist truck (a Tatra for those interested) from Czech Republic arrived and disgorged 10-15 people with tents, then an even bigger truck from Germany set up camp for its dozen or so passengers. Their truck had on-board sleeping accommodation but preparation for dinner was a spectacle to behold. Then we had a 10 vehicle convoy of French motorhomes arrive and hold a very public and loud "drivers meeting". Added to this was a steady stream of single motorhomes, tourists in little cars and vans and numerous backpackers. So by the end of the evening the place was "chockers".