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Northern Lights Travel Blog #4

:: Northern Lights Travel Blog #4 ::

19 October (Sunday)

Diving at the Silfra River

I woke up at 430am, the likely effects of my jet-lag.
I moved in and out of slumber until it was time to get up.
After a rushed breakfast, we quickly checked out and then lugged our belongings
to the pavement to wait for the car rental pick up. It would be a start of another long day.

At RED Car Rentals, we received our car. It was a silver Hyundai iX35, a SUV with a four wheel drive.
I tried to adjust the mirrors and also familiarized myself with the various controls
while M fiddled with the provided Garmin GPS.
We were supposed to drive some distance to the Pingvellir National Park,
where we would be doing the dry suit diving at the Silfra River.

As it was a Sunday morning, the city was still asleep as we drove out of the city.
After about an hour, we saw the massive rifts that marked the North American plate from the Eurasian one.
It was a unique landscape as one planes met and collapsed into each other,
causing a
raised block mountain, reminding what I studied before during my
A-levels geography plate
tectonics lessons.


This also marked the first of several mishaps we would have with the Garmin GPS.
The GPS couldn't accurately pinpoint the destination where we were supposed to meet with the diving organisers.
Perhaps the location was not a significant one, hence the GPS had no proper record of it.
We decided to find some trace of civilization so that we could stop by to ask for directions.

Pingvellir


Getting our bearings right, we decided to make a quick half-hour stop at Pingvellir.
I was feeling whimsical that while I am walking between both places on land,
I would later on by touching both plates in Silfra.
Pingvellir was also the seat of the first parliament in Iceland.
The Parliament or Alpingi was established at Pingvellir in 930 and remained
there till 1798, when the movements of the earth made further
Occupation hazardous.

Diving at Silfra River

We followed the tour operator into a car park, where we were given a briefing on the
fundamental aspects of wearing and controlling the buoyancy of a dry suit.
There was a surprisingly large group of participants for both the snorkeling and the diving tour.
Our group consisted of five persons and two instructors.
The other three participants including two other Singaporeans.
They were a couple - the girl is studying at the University of Manchester
and the guy made a trip from Singapore to UK to visit her.
There was another American guy that joined the group.

The diving tour consisted of two rounds along the Silfra River.
The first one was mainly for practice and for us to get used the dry suit buoyancy.
The second session would be a "free and easy" leg.

"You can then bring along your camera for photo-taking if you wish," the instructor advised.

Unlike the usual wet suit diving where we enter the waters directly via a boat,
for this diving, we had to walk some distance with our gear and steel air tank.
Definitely heavier than the usual diving gear.
One by one we then descended into the cold waters.
While adjusting my BCD to have a good buoyancy,
I peered into the water via my mask, and was immediately amazed by the clarity of the waters.
There were no visibility issues, and I could easily look into the distance.
This must be one of the amazing experiences of the trip!

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In fact, Silfra River is not only known for its top grade visibility,
but one would have able to physically touch both tectonic plates on the water.
For our second round, only three of the five repeated the course.
M was tired out from the first attempt and was worried that
he might develop leg cramps if he continued with round two.
The other Singaporean girl had water seeping into her dry suit and felt too cold to carry on.

I thus took the Olympus camera and its underwater case from M.
This turned out to be an exhilarating experience, as I was able to snap away like a trigger-happy underwater pirate.
I was virtually taking random shots of everything!

My Diving Experience


In fact, the reason to why I enrolled in the basic PADI, and subsequently,
the Advanced PADI, was to prepare for this diving experience.
It fitted in nicely with my YOLO modus operandi;
that I should experience life in its plethora of colored hues. Yeah!

Geysir


It was getting quite late after the diving experience, and we had to get on our way.
We had two more stops before checking into the next accommodation.
The next stop would be the
Geyser area at Geysir.
The geyser has a habit of spurting every 8 to 10 minutes.
I was
bewildered to find so many Asian tourists at Geysir.
Some looked like students studying in the
UK, but others were probably just like me,
who wanted an off the beaten path experience.
A
curious nugget of fact about this place of interest was that the word geyser originated from
this wet of geysers. In fact. Geysir or Geyser was actually an Icelandic terminology.
I lingered for a short while, waiting for the geyser to erupt so that I could snap a few pictures,
And then we hurried away.

Gullfoss


This magnificent waterfall was situated only several kilometers away from Geysir.
The sun was already losing its luster when we arrived,
so we had to hurry over to the waterfall for a few quick shots.

Navigation problems

Earlier this morning, we already had some difficulties locating the information Center
where we were supposed to meet the diving operator.
This problem repeated itself as we tried to find our next hotel.
Instead of guiding us to Selfoss region, where Guesthouse Vatnsholt is located,
the Garmin GPS guided us back to Reykjavik instead.
I was already driving in the night, taking extra caution.
Hence, imagine my surprise when we ended at Reykjavik,
which was easily 90km away from Selfoss.
Fatigued and hungry, we decided to grab a quick bite at KFC and then
readjusted the Garmin towards the right direction.
By the time we arrived at Guesthouse Vatnsholt, it was past ten at night.
We quickly checked in and like the night before, succumbed to jet-lag.

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