We ended up going to skogafoss which was another hour or so and full of Canadians wearing Canadian flag jumpsuits…pretty sweet but dumb that they wouldn’t trade shirts with me…someone put a ladder over a barbed wire fence and the trail on the other side is where the real fun began…

After an hour or so of driving we spotted the elusive airborne water, it was most excellent.  I think it was called seijalfoss or something along those lines.  Foss is icelandic for falls or waterfalls but it has a double meaning as guacamole which lead to a delicious mix up.

I decided that it would be a shame to come to Iceland and not see the actual scenery of the place…so neima and I rented a car.  We ended up getting a vw polo which was pretty legit and we got to bump sweet icelandic tunes all day.  Because it was a Wednesday we decided to drive south and look at water falling off of cliffs…