Pearl Howie

The Guide to Iceland (the Thermal Spa, the Reykjavik Hotel, the Grindavik Hotel, the Northern Lights, the Icelandic Horses, the Food, the Buses and the Flight) from Pearl Escapes 2012 (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Whether or not you see the Northern Lights in Iceland it's still an incredible escape, and some things you can do in Iceland whatever the weather. (According to the Icelandic there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.) This guide will take you to some incredible hotels in Reykjavik and Grindavik, to The Blue Lagoon and another, only in Iceland experience, riding Icelandic horses through lava fields. I used to get extremely burned out in my old job and couldn't even handle finding and booking a hotel and flight or finding what to do when I did take time off. So, I thought "wouldn't it be awesome if someone would write a guide that just gave you one perfect escape; the perfect hotel, spa, flight and restaurant." So that's what I did. (Only in this guide you get at least two hotels. This is Iceland, it likes to break the rules.)

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Lulu.com
• Erscheinungstermin: 6. August 2016
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781326756963
• Artikelnr.: 49773313

Autorenporträt

Pearl is in Wales, at the foot of Mount Snowdon, another magical mountain in another land of the dragon. It's another mountain that sometimes likes to hide. If you want great views may I recommend the Beech Bank B&B as her room had windows on three sides with views of the mountains (contact them direct). Life (or her subconscious), whatever you want to call it, has taken her on another magical mystery tour echoing this one, from the infected bug bites to the jellyfish (there're loads of Lion's Mane jellyfish near Bangor). Somehow she ended up in Liverpool too, the home of The Beatles, apparently she was on a pilgrimage she didn't even know about, and the Double Fantasy exhibition on the top of the Museum of Liverpool broke her open again. Eight years ago she quit her job, worked a three month notice period and in that time her ex-boyfriend fell off a mountain and died. His memorial service was coincidentally the day after her last day. It was in South Wales. She drifted for a day or two, but it was over six years later that she followed in his footsteps and wandered off. Yesterday she arrived in Llanberis and lucked out on the last space on the train to the top of the mountain and a room at Beech Bank. She is working hard on feeling and dealing with her emotions and being tolerant of all people, even those who have been, in her opinion, badly taught, or never had some things explained. Unlike Kota Kinabalu and Tiger's Nest, people can just wander up or take the train to the top of Mount Snowdon without a guide. She is working really hard on not getting cross with the people who leave their litter on the mountain or who feel the need to play loud music up there. She knows that anger is often part of grieving. She would politely suggest you don't piss off the mountain. Nature is so much bigger than you are.