In a fey and ludicrous bid for acceptance I book myself onto the crew tour for the thermal pools. It promises to be warm and jolly. Lovely wades of steaming soothing mineral salts. But the herd sniffs out the over-jovial innate loner. I take a clumsy seat near the middle and push my nose to the glass. I realise deeply and finally, I have more in common with this landscape than this bus it was ever thus.
Photographs Iceland 2006