Iceland Jet Lag Journal: Ion Luxury Adventure Hotel
After three nights in the city of Reykjavik, Sistah Woman and I rented a car and hit the road. I really thought I was going to be driving for three hours to get to the sparse, unpopulated landscape of Nesjavellir. I was wrong. Forty five speedy minutes later, we were cruising by nothing but rolling craggy hills, grazing sheep, flat glassy lakes with a few tiny A-frame wooden cottages, one geothermal power plant, and boom the Ion Adventure Luxury Hotel appears.
I chose the Ion because of its gorgeous architecture – the floor to ceiling glass windows that open onto the Icelandic landscape and jut out from the mountainside like a Star Wars combat vehicle. This is the Northern Lights Bar, a sun-filled room where I frequently found Sistah Woman having secret prosecco. At night, guests will stand here, looking out the windows for a view of the Northern Lights, so at night they never even turn on the lights. There are a couple candles, but this bar is as dark as can be.
There are truly not a lot of restaurants in the Icelandic countryside. So every single breakfast and almost every dinner was spent here, at the Silfra Restaurant & Bar. The Nordic cuisine here means a lot of bread with really delicious local butter and plenty of fish like fresh cod or shellfish soup.
The best part about the Ion is its outdoor pool. Now, it was very cold in Iceland, so you had to get into this pool strategically. You must shower first, naked, and then put your swimsuit back on. Then you run outside into the freezing cold and go straight into the dry sauna. Stay there until your skin is hot hot hot, and your jewelry starts to burn you. Then you’re hot enough to brave the elements and get into the pool. The pool is lukewarm fresh water with absolutely no chemicals or chlorine in it. Just fresh spring water filled with the natural minerals of silica and sulfur. It is such a treat to sit in this pool quietly and listen to the wind. Or, as its a very small hotel, it can be a place to make new friends and dinner companions.
And here’s Sistah Woman. Freakin’ snoring away all night long under the watchful (and also totally fed up) eye of this horse with beautiful pale eyelashes. Please take note of the C-Pap machine’s cord looped around the nightlight. That is an enormous machine that Sistah Woman travels with that prevents her from snoring. Sometimes. When she doesn’t rip it off her face in the middle of the night.