#puffley

They remind me a lot to sam and max

This is going to sound very strange but I really like that puffley jacket 💕

Honestly, I wasn't planning on doing any more fan art of this ship, but @joosiewiththeboof liked my ship so much that he made fan art of these fellas, and that motivated me to draw them more for you guys.

Well, recently I went to Iceland, in my opinion, the most beautiful country on Earth. This will be a day by day story of the travels.

Day One: Flight and Lagoons

The first day started with me flying off to Keflavik with Icelandair from Manchester Airport. The flight took about 2 and a half hours, and we went back an hour. When in Keflavik, we met Betty, our tour guide for our trip. The first stop was “The Blue Lagoon”, a geothermally heated spring near Reykjavik, Iceland’s capital (and only) city. The lagoon required you to shower both before and after, but it was like an outdoor swimming pool, which appeared blue due to the algae. It was then to the “Handmade Burger Company”, where we had burgers, and celebrated the birth of an Icelander, seemingly a tradition there, where they have a board showing the population of Iceland, about 330,000 at the time of writing. We then went off to to Hotel Cabin in Reykjavik, where I was paid 150 krone (75p) to move to a room on my own, so 4 people could have my 5 bedroom room.

Day Two: Lava Tubes and Moss

Day two started with a coach trip down to Þingvellir, a national park, where the first ever parliament was established. It exists over the Mid-Atlantic Rift, where the North American and Eurasian Plates are moving apart from each other slowly. It was then onto a lava tube, a cave caused by an eruption, where lava has melted a cave, where we were led by an Icelander called Orri. We then went onto Geysir, to see geysers in action. Following that, it was onto Gullfoss, a multistage waterfall that only one person (a Norwegian kayak-er) has survived descending. Then onto Hotel Hvolsvollur, where I enjoyed a hearty dinner of Lamb, Goose and Puffin.

Day Three: Icebergs and Waterfalls

The third day began with a trip to Svartifoss, a waterfall you can get behind. I took some good pictures. We then drove for most of the day until we reached Jokulsarlon lagoon, where Die Another Day was filmed. I hugged an iceberg, and saw one split. The sand on beaches in Iceland is actually basalt, which composes most of the surface, where it is covered by moss. Basalt rocks look like oreo cookies. We then saw a glacier, and talked about glacial retreat. Then the disappointing night. Half of the group did not receive the rooms we paid £300 for (for one night). After “sorting it out” with the “4 star hotel”, 8 of the 46 still had to sleep on mattresses on the floor. In retaliation, we bombed Trip Advisor for this hotel, Hotel Laki.

Day Four: The Death of Lumix Jackson

The reason this day is called that will soon be explained. Day four started out with us retracing our steps to a beach, where a member of our group, called Louis Jackson, dropped his Lumix camera in the sea. The basalt formations on the beach formed a Giant’s Causeway-esque formation. Then the really fun bit happened. Orri returned, this time with Thor, to lead us up a glacier. We were fully equipped with crampons and an ice axe each. It lasted about half an hour, but I will never forget it. We then ventured onto Skogarfoss, a 60 metre high waterfall, and the Eyjafjallajokul (AY-uh-fyat-luh-YOE-kuutl-uh) Eruption Centre and then back to Reykjavik, where we had pizza. At Hotel Ork, just across the road, we held a funeral for Lumix Jackson, complete with readings in Icelandic from the Bible, and a solo rendition of “Let it Go” from one of the group, topped off with a group reciting of “Shia LaBoeuf”.

Day Five: Puffley and the Ring

Day five, our final day, started off with a shopping trip into the city of Reykjavik, where I brought a stuffed toy if a puffin, which I dubbed Puffley, and a ring. We then went to a baby volcano, which I called “Baby Jim” (kudos if you get that reference), and then had fish and chips (cod) at the Reykjanes Peninsula, which was somewhat funny, given it was the British who lost the Cod War. We then (sadly for me) flew off back to Heathrow, and returned home.