Ouch

It should not be possible to get sunburned in Iceland. It shouldn't be possible, especially, when you're soaking in the Blue Lagoon, a milky blue hot pool shrouded in about three feet of mist. It really shouldn't be possible on a cloud-covered, freezing cold day in the Blue Lagoon. But I'm English, which means that it happened, and two days after leaving Iceland I have a pulsating red memento of the trip on my back. Before the invention of silver nitrate, it was well known that an Englishman could be used rather than a photo-sensitive plate to capture images; you'd just toss him in front of the scene and his ultra sensitive skin would just pick it right up. Skin the fellow, and you'd have a nice image to hang on your wall. Kind of like a sepia-tone photograph, but redder.

We're in the Faroe Islands right now, which is probably the most beautiful place I've ever seen. More on them later.