I said *ice* spelunker. ICE.

Walking through a glacial ice cave was probably my number one goal of coming here (number two hasn’t been accomplished, but I have one more Friday night left), so my trip to the Solheimsjokull glacier didn’t disappoint. Words and pictures can’t really describe how majestic and awesome it is to stand on the precipice of a deadly crevasse or drink ice-cold glacial meltwater straight from the source, but here’s some pictures anyway. The weather was absolutely perfect (at one point I was walking around in a t-shirt) you could see the ocean from the glacier, our mountain guide was a burly Viking dude, and we were in a small group of 6 so it didn’t feel touristy at all. I even convinced the group to climb out of the ice cave the hard way, Gollum/ninja-style! Even if the rest of my time here had sucked, the glacier walk pretty much would have made the trip worth it. Everyone should do it sometime, whther here or in Alaska or wherever. Get ‘em before Dick Cheney makes them all melt into the oceans!

After the glacier we made a couple quick stops at two more waterfalls, which in my opinion were more impressive than Gullfoss, the main touristy waterfall. This was probably because you could see them from the ground, from the top, from behind…wow, I sound like Amber Waves talking about Dirk Diggler here. When combined with the football match and the dinner I had at Vox, this was definitely the best day of the trip. Where else can you walk through an ice cave and behind a waterfall, attend a World Cup qualifying match and eat a world-class meal within 6 hours?