Thursday, September 26
Hotel Holt, 7:45
I wake up at 7:30, having slept in a luxurious bed in a small room for about ten hours. I notice the balcony outside my room (420, fact fans) and step onto it to photograph Reykjavik in the early morning light.
All the others will drive off after breakfast to cram in a short and expensive visit to the Blue Lagoon spa, some 100km from Reykjavik. I will regard them as mad and settle for a long and free shower, before recording a podcast.
At midday I will have lunch at the Chuck Norris Grill, because why wouldn’t you, and catch a bus to the airport to find out how blue the other four have all turned.