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I arrived at Keflavik International Airport in Reykjavik, Iceland from Bristol, England. It had taken a while to find my bearings and luggage. Once found I made my way to customs I gave them my passport and made sure the visa was correct. My entry was approved, they handed back my passport and I went outside to wait for the taxi. While I waited for the taxi to arrive, I froze my balls in the below-freezing temperatures. Damn, it was cold this evening and could it be crazy to come here this time of the year. Being a keen birdwatcher, sometimes I need every opportunity to watch the birds. There’s a couple of birds on the list I’ve come to see and these where the snowy owl, the ptarmigan and the gyrfalcon. I could come any time of the year to see these birds, this is the only time of year to see the ptarmigan in its winter plumage. With the white plumage and a snowy backdrop will make the perfect photo. Eventually, the taxi showed up and I was taken to the hotel ten minutes away from the airport. It wasn’t long before we got there and the driver dropped me outside the door, I paid my fare, I went inside and warmed up inside the foyer and walked over to check-in. At check-in behind the desk was a beautiful young woman, she must be in her early twenties. With shoulder-length blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a big smile. I noticed from her name tag, her name was Ingrid. “Hiya, Sir how may I help this evening?” “I’ve got a reservation under the name, Tony Robinson.” “Okey-dokey, let me check the computer.” For a few brief moments, while ankara travesti she looked, I got worried there wasn’t a reservation. I could be embarrassed if there ain’t one, luckily she came back with good news. “That’s all good sir, your rooms number twelve on the second floor, along the corridor and last door on the right. Do you need any help with your bags?” “I should be fine with my bags.” She handed me a key and I looked back before I made my way to the room, I noticed her flutter her long lashes. Had she licked her lips? Had she tried to insinuate the moment? I glanced down and noticed I sported a massive boner. Had she flirted and licked her lips at the anticipation of what’s in my pants? Due to the sheer embarrassment, I hastily disappeared into the lift. On the way up to the second floor, I thought to myself why didn’t I invite her up, stupid idiot. I had an opportunity to get laid and blew it. Damn, where’s room again, should I go back down and ask. Ahhh! That’s right, room twelve on the right along the corridor. Hastily I found the room and went inside, I glanced around there’s a king-sized bed and a minibar for a cold brew. There’s a balcony that gave perfect views, I went outside, wow! it’s beautiful I could definitely get used to this for the next fortnight. The clear night’s sky was rather romantic and I wished I had, someone, to share this moment with. The night’s sky was strewn with reds, blues and greens of the aurora borealis. I rushed back inside and grabbed my camera I wasn’t going travesti ankara to miss an opportunity for a photo. In no time I was back outside and clicked away with the camera, it’s a moment I would never forget. It’s late and I decided to call it a night, after a long day I needed some rest. I had to be up early next morning to go birdwatching, may I ask at the desk about the best places I should visit, until then I need a good nights sleep. ~~ I woke early the next morning for a long day ahead, I had a simple piece of toast before I went down to the hotel lobby. I hoped to catch Ingrid, unfortunately, I had no luck and a colleague of hers was here instead. That’s perfectly fine, they should be able to give the best advice on where I should visit. “Hi, where’s Ingrid this morning?” “I’m sorry, sir she’s not here Tuesdays. I should be of assistance with any enquires you have.” That’s fine they are all here to help. “Where’s the best places to go birdwatching here in Iceland.” I know I should have done some research before I came. “Hmm! Let me think, an hour away there’s Thingvellir National Park. That’s perfect for wildlife, hope this helps sir.” “That’s perfect, thanks for the help.” “You’re most welcome and have a nice day.” After the advice I received, I went outside and walked to the car rental. I rented a car and drove over to the national park. It had taken a good half-an-hour longer than expected to arrive at the destination, because of the weather and road conditions. I hoped it was the right place ankara travestiler when I arrived and it looked right from the signage. There’s a footpath that led away from the deserted carpark. This never surprised me, as it was winter and not many people would brave the weather at this time of the year. I could be crazy and stupid, with the great rewards it’s worth the hassle. I had worn my warmest, thickest coat and I was still cold, on my feet I had a decent pair of hiking boots that should do the job. I left a note on the dashboard in case anyone came to find me and which direction I had travelled. I walked along the footpath, with my binoculars in one hand and my camera around my neck. Something rustled in the nearby bushes and I stalked whatever it could be. My binoculars were against my eyes and I scanned the bushes, I found the bird rather quickly. Could it be I thought? Yes, it’s a ptarmigan a bird that I came to see. I set my camera up and a few minutes later I had a series of pictures. I carried on and rounded a corner, I stopped in my tracks, there’s a bird of prey on a branch two hundred yards away. With my camera, I zoomed in it looked like gyrfalcon, before I pressed the shutter it took off. I kept up and followed its every move and managed several photos before it was out of range. I walked along the footpath pleased that I had taken pictures of two out of three birds. With the snowy owl still to go and I could still see it today. That doesn’t matter if it’s not today, as there’s plenty of time. I went over the hill and several hundred yards ahead, there’s steam. Could it be a thermal spring? There are hundreds here in Iceland, I hoped to take a dip and hopefully, it ain’t too hot. Without a towel or bathing suit, I can wear my boxers and dry myself off with the snow.

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