No Sex No Drugs...but special.
October '03, I needed I break,, and had a short break in Iceland : fantastic place. I went alone, basically I didn't want to be tied by any one else's opinions. Ate whale one evening, just because it I could, and , damn, it was good.

Anyway, on my last evening there I headed out to The Blue Lagoon. The place was very quiet, and in the pool I got chatting to a local. It may sound like a fantasy/cliche, but it was a 20-year old, blonde, air hostess. And yes, an absolute drop dead gorgeous ice maiden. Happily married, but husband working abroad.

So she and I spent the evening lazing around in the (outdoor) pool air, surrounded by a moonscape landscape, temp -8ºC, snowing heavily, water around 38ºC, pitch black sky, weird water level lighting, clouds of steam. The water was full of minerals, so my hair and beard went stiff as well.

So Lori and I spent the evening chatting or silent, sometimes cuddling, sometimes not. No drugs, no alcohol, no sex, no serious fumbling even! Not even any great music, but it just felt beautiful and magical. If I could have stayed there like that for ever, I would have.

Eventually Lori had to head off. Flight next morning, she said. I watched her head off, a stunning site (sensible black swimsuit, fashion fans) debating whether to try and exchange addresses. But I knew it would be futile.

I soaked a bit longer, then got out had a coffee or two, reflecting on a perfect moment that lasted an evening.

Next day, I flew back to the UK. Lori wasn't on my flight . Damn.

No apologies for length, spelling or soppiness.
Past performance of no indication of future returns.
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( Tepid_Halibut felt like a cold, empty shell of a human...until, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 23:23, Reply)