Soaking in Iceland's Blue Lagoon--- milky, blueish-green mineral water, so warm that a bare head in snowy weather was no discomfort. The lagoon was filled with Americans, Englishmen, Russians, Japanese... and, I suppoose, a few Icelanders sprinkled in there. Many had slathered their faces with the pudding-like white mud. One walks, crouched down just enough that the hot water covers one's shoulders, slowly along the squishy floor. If you dropped anything in this water, you would never ever find it again. And, lo, it really does leave your skin soft as a baby's you-know-what. More anon.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
White-Faced Soakers in the Snow
Soaking in Iceland's Blue Lagoon--- milky, blueish-green mineral water, so warm that a bare head in snowy weather was no discomfort. The lagoon was filled with Americans, Englishmen, Russians, Japanese... and, I suppoose, a few Icelanders sprinkled in there. Many had slathered their faces with the pudding-like white mud. One walks, crouched down just enough that the hot water covers one's shoulders, slowly along the squishy floor. If you dropped anything in this water, you would never ever find it again. And, lo, it really does leave your skin soft as a baby's you-know-what. More anon.
