Day three in Iceland and we spend it looking at Penises. The world famous Iceland Phallological Museum may not be for everyone. But if you have any interest at all in how the male appendage varies across the animal kingdom then I highly recommend you take the first flight to Reykjavik.

It began as a gift. Someone gave the founder of this museum a bull’s dried up penis (which is often used in the countryside as a type of whip). Instead of being embarrassed he used it as a pointer in class (the man was a teacher). Well this of course led to more penis-themed gifts and, well a few decades later, a pretty cool museum in Rejkavik.

Besides penises, we also made time for the Icelandic Punk Museum which was housed in a former public toilet stall. I honestly had no idea that Bjork was once punk. It was a pretty nifty but claustrophobic experience with the docent an impatient English punkster with no patience for tourist chit-chat. It was also nice and warm down in the former public toilets which on this windy day was a nice respite.

At the Geothermal Park in Hveragerdi we boiled an egg (free steam/expensive egg) and met a cool family from Sweden. We talked for at least an hour. Their English was maybe a tad better than myself. Likeable beyond belief they sold us on the Penis Museum. So if you are reading this, thank you.

After making new friends we celebrated by climbing uphill to a luke-warm hot springs. They had an open wall changing area which meant you got to choose which tourist group you wish to expose yourself to (so sorry then to that nice couple from Germany). After the hike we celebrated with a delicious slice of carrot cake and a cappuccino apiece (this is Europe after all).