Traveling with a Busload of Torons.
We awoke to greet the new day with no hope of doing anything different than the day before. Yet, I remained positive that the Northern Lights awaited us. After another high-speed 6-7 mile walk through the same Icelandic streets, we decided to go to the Aurora Museum to be better educated on Northern Lights. The museum was basically someone’s science project with stolen clips from a National Geographic documentary interspersed with excerpts from Wikipedia. We learned about all the mythology of the Northern Lights, but little did we know that the biggest myth was that we’d be going out that night, as visibility was supposedly good and activity high. If they were referring to being seen sitting on a bus for 4 hours as visibility and having us stop at bathrooms as activity, then their Icelandic mythology would be spot on. The tour guide’s promise that we’d see the lights last night was as truthful as this picture. Yet, I remain positive…
Rubber Chicken 