Viking Plunder in Iceland
In my three years with the airline industry, one day was longer than all others and touched on all parts of my career doing Environmental Management for an airline company and the oil business. I hopped a jet from Dallas to to Iceland to assist in remediation of a Jet A spill from a 777 wide body that blew out from the wing vents during refueling onto the tarmac. It was so cold the Jet A had solidified and it could be shoveled up after mixing with sand. On the way to Reykjavik I stopped at the Blue Lagoon a volcanic heated thermal pool near KEF International Airport. I lingered longer than expected, was wrinkled like a prune when I got out, but fortified with alcohol. There were no wide bodies in the heated lagoon, just very beautiful, feminine and very friendly, tall thin blond Nordic ladies, five hanging out at the bar I was drinking at. I linked up with the all female team and headed with them to Reyk for a night of Viking plunder, drinking, Northern Lights viewing, freshest of seafood, and a restaurant that served whale meat in Old Town near the water. Being a protective mammalian biologist I had momentary second thoughts on eating a protected marine mammal, but was badgered into it by the ladies, they were calling me a pussy. As the drinking haze increased we dipped into the barrels of unknown pickled meats on the bar, gummy to chew, foul smelling, with a strong ammonia taste, think it was stored in barrels of concentrated pee. We drank and toasted until way past 3 AM. The night of drinking ended at a rented hot tubs shop off Vesturgala Street sans clothing and then a plunge into cold water swimming pool. These were very nice ladies all shaved. The Nordic Viking ladies got me to the Hilton Hotel around 5 AM in time for breakfast with the all ladies and several hours of sleep. The Icelandic ladies love US men and no qualms even if they have boy friends, engaged or married it is all about fun, for the moment and that is how they connect with people. If that were here in the United States the ladies would have been asking about what work I do, how much I made, what was in my 401K and IRA and buy me an iPhone 13. When I got back to Dallas and unpacked my bag one of the ladies and slipped her tiny pair of red lacey bikini panties into my bag with a HELLO note. Never figured out why Leif Erickson and the Vikings were just passing though and they went on to Canada, I would have stayed awhile to enjoy the beautiful life and enjoy the leggy wildlife.