Saturday Morning at 8:20 we were picked up by competing tour company, Reykjavik Excursions. RE is owned by Icelandair. They offer a wider variety of tours than Iceland Excursions, but in our humble opinion, while their tour offerings are unique, their guides are not quite as personable as the Iceland Excursion employees. Either that or perhaps it was just the shock of the transition from the glamorous Super Jeep to the larger bus tour. Now, the Recovering Sorority Girls don’t usually participate in ANY kind of bus travel. However, in Iceland there really is no other choice. Number 1, they don’t have trains and Number 2 you can’t go to only the largest city in a country and think that you have spent any quality time there. So if you don’t want the responsibility of renting a car in a foreign land, and there are no trains, just get on the bus, Gus.

Pre-arranged for us prior to departure, the so-called South Shore Adventure Tour sets out South along Iceland’s ring road to the southernmost town, the village of Vik. Along the way, you stop at glaciers, waterfalls, small towns and black sand beaches. Our first stop was the coastal trading town of Eyerbakki. Or as Marshall called it, the most depressing place on earth.

Our guide, while having all of Othinn nationalistic pride did not have his level of personability or English fluency. (Note this is NOT a criticism per se as her English was 5,000,000 times better than our virtually non-existent Icelandic, takk fyrir). This in turn, led to one of the day’s more unintentionally hilarious moments. The people of Vik are living on borrowed time. It seems that near their village is an active volcano that is currently covered by a glacier. Geologists report that the volcano, Katla, is preparing to erupt. Should that happen it would obviously melt portions of that glacier very quickly, and should that happen the inhabitants of the Village of Vik have 20 minutes to run, run for their lives. While vacationing in Iceland is pure luxury, life in Iceland is not for the faint of heart. As our hapless guide was describing the volcanic history of Iceland she went on and on about all the people "suffocated in their homes by poisonous ass". Now, we know she meant ash and we normally don’t indulge such impulses, but we had to giggle at that one, especially as she repeated the phrase approximately 15 times in an hour period.

Saturday was capped off by a hike onto a glacier and a hike behind a waterfall. While the waterfall was beautiful, we prefer glaciers from the vantage point of a snow scooter.