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What do you think of when you think of Iceland? Ice, Northern Lights, perhaps when you get down the list you might reach geothermal energy. Well much of Iceland is powered by such energy, and the Blue Lagoon spa is a prime example of what an amazing experience such geothermals can be.
Set slightly out of Reykjavik this largely man made spa utilises natural sulphur springs to heat the lagoon pool.
Facilities: A huge lagoon pool: The pool is the main feature in the spa and is massive, once you enter make sure you walk all around, because the temperature and bottom composition varies throughout, with some areas (nearer the spring) are really hot, and some areas are much cooler. The bottom composition varies from a natural mud (which the spa also sell, they claim it has some sort of revitalising properties).
Sauna and Steam room: The spa has a medium sized sauna (can fit about 12 people comfortably) and a similar sized steam room. Both are very nicely attired and quite comfortable, the only problem is that you eventually have to get out into the cold Iceland air.
Cost: If you've ever been to Iceland then you'll know how expensive everything is in general, but this place goes even further. It cost K1400, there are approximately 100K to £1 meaning that it costs about £14.
Products: The Spa has really cashed in on the whole idea of natural mud (I gave a pot to my mum, and to be honest I'm not really sure if it worked). They also do everything from towels and robes to shot glasses.
Overall: I visited this place in the middle of a snow storm, an I had a blast, my head was freezing but the rest of my body was boiling. If you want an interesting experience this is well worth it and I would definitely recommend it (if you can spare the cash).
Note: Icelanders shower in the nude (you have been warned)!!
For the ultimate bath-time fun, use the silly gooey Gelli Baff; and turn your water into ... more
a blue goo lagoon! (and back again!) If you want nothing more than the chance to slide around in squidgy, slimy goo, then this is your dream come true! Just run a bath 6cm deep and add your Gelli Baff. Watch in wonder as the water turns into thick slimy goo! But Mum's don't need to worry - when you're ready, the magic goo dissolver will cleverly turn your bath right back into water ! The brilliantly fun Gelli Baff doesn't stain and contains no harmful chemicals - hurray! - In fact, it even cleans and softens the skin !
In 1980, Randal Kleiser's remake of The Blue Lagoon had its critics well and truly ... more
divided. On the one hand adolescent nudity, however tasteful, was enough to give the censors the vapours. On the other, the story--essentially a reworking of Robinson Crusoe based on Stacpoole's Edwardian adventure novel with two young children as the castaways growing up on a desert island--seemed just too removed from reality. Kleiser set out to make "the ultimate South Seas film", and indeed the location shooting is a richly beautiful complement to the intimate tale of two young people coming to terms with their own adulthood. He teases out touching performances from Brooke Shields (Emmeline) and Christopher Atkins (Richard) as the marooned pair, and a nicely ambivalent cameo from Leo McKern as Paddy, the ship's cook who gets them set up on the island before rum gets the better of him. A stilted script helps none of them. But the moments of awkward self-discovery and dawning sexuality are handled with a tenderness which ultimately triumphs over some of the more implausible elements: Shields' perpetually manicured nails, for example, or the fact that she unexpectedly gives birth without breaking sweat. To say nothing of the pair's extraordinary home-building skills, which would have been beyond the remit of the average Edwardian governess to teach. Today, for all its efforts to be taken seriously as a tale of preserved innocence and discovery, it succeeds best as a good old-fashioned adventure. On the DVD: This widescreen presentation positively bulges with extras. A choice of director's commentaries means that you can hear Randal Kaiser (who had previously directed Grease) reminiscing in fine detail with writer Douglas Day Stewart, and both Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins. Some might think this overkill for a non-landmark film, but the discussions are genuinely interesting. The film was clearly a formative experience in Shields' adolescent career --she has also provided an album of personal snapshots as another extra--and it is fascinating to hear her talk about it from her current position as a star of sophisticated television sitcom. The crystal-clear digital remastering and anamorphic stereo picture and sound quality of the main film don't extend to this scratchy, sometimes inaudible documentary. --Piers Ford