I had an amazing 18 hours sleep and now feel fine.
I got out for a walk in the morning frost. It was that lovely dry fresh cold. Just what I needed after a night in an almost hermetically sealed hotel and being shut up in a flying tin can.
Then it was back to the airport for a 4 hour flight to Reykjavik. I got a pretty thorough body search at security and a good going through of my bag - I must admit I was rather surprised that it wasn't from the Americans.
We arrived this evening to 2 degrees, wind and drizzle. From what I have seen so far the land between the airport and city is very reminiscent of the Desert Road and Central Otago in winter. Golden/brown tussock, black rock, black soil, patches of snow and flattened grass where the snow has melted. It's rather hard to imagine making good photos in this - I hope this tour leader has a few tricks to show us.
The rest of the evening was chores (laundry) and emails and dinner. The rain has now set in properly.