clipped from northwayzoo.co.uk

The flight from the UK to Iceland is a very reasonable 3-and-a-bit hours, and with so few people at Keflavik Airport at any one time, it took no time at all to be on the coach towards Reykjavik. Building up images in our head of our freezer (that needs defrosting), I guess we were a little surprised to find that it was almost above zero and that the snow was quite light. But it was never quite that warm again.

Iceland has roughly the same land mass as England but, as our guide mentioned on quite a number of occasions, has only a population the size of Sheffield. About 50% of the Icelandic people live in Reykjavik, so every journey feels like you've taken the wrong turn (like the coach trip from Keflavik to Reykjavik for instance)! But then the Icelandic feel perfectly at home driving (souped-up) 4x4 vehicles through 2 foot snow miles from anything that could be accurately described as "a road", so who am I to comment?