Kadu Flyer
You'll have to cross that bridge sometime...
My poor wife waiting as usual as I take pictures.
Reykjadalur in Iceland.
The footbridge, part of the trail up the valley was over a fumarole that was jetting out boiling hot water, really jetting!
Crossing the bridge meant holding your breath, waiting for the wind to blow the steam in the right direction and then running for it.
Everywhere smelt of Hydrogen Sulphide (rotten eggs), but this is quite normal for water in a lot of Iceland.
We once stayed in Blönduós where you had to hold your breath in the shower it was that bad.
You should see what it does to red wine when you wash your glass out.....
You'll have to cross that bridge sometime...
My poor wife waiting as usual as I take pictures.
Reykjadalur in Iceland.
The footbridge, part of the trail up the valley was over a fumarole that was jetting out boiling hot water, really jetting!
Crossing the bridge meant holding your breath, waiting for the wind to blow the steam in the right direction and then running for it.
Everywhere smelt of Hydrogen Sulphide (rotten eggs), but this is quite normal for water in a lot of Iceland.
We once stayed in Blönduós where you had to hold your breath in the shower it was that bad.
You should see what it does to red wine when you wash your glass out.....