Monday
Monday morning, still engrossed in my own crazy dream world, the morning sun
eventually managed to rob me of my happy unconscious state. I felt, as I often
do, impelled to arise. I staggered to the window and simply stared at the unwelcome
scenery. The hostile Icelandic scenery glared back in contempt. A silver mist
enveloped much of the view. The occasional isolated accommodation block loomed
up bravely standing its ground against the chill of the morning. It was still
early and nothing stirred on the Naval base, for a moment I was at peace.
The plan was for a short drive downtown to see the sights and the splendour
of the Icelandic community.
Tuesday
Tuesday began in a similar fashion. One thought was beginning to engulf my mind,
due to still not having encountered any form of ice on this trip. I felt cheated
and denied this fundamental natural gift. On a trip of this nature, it is expected.
Countries each have associations that visitors expect. So far Iceland was slightly
disappointing, where was that Ice?
Wednesday
Wednesday we flew back to Great Britain hitch free after performing our gigs
of Concert Bands, Marching Bands, Jazz Outfits and Dance Bands throughout our
stay. These were much appreciated by all but I still feel disappointed there
was no snow (or ice) to see in Iceland.
Friday
Friday, much of today went clearing away and sorting out the percussion gear.
We enjoyed a hefty orchestral session with the boss in the afternoon.
Having barely blinked, before I could say Jack Frost, the weekend sneaked up
behind me and swallowed me whole!