Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Glue Lagoon (Oops - I meant Blue Lagoon)


I'm already planning my next trip to Iceland. I loved it so much. You know, the Blue Lagoon was a lovely place, fun and nice hot water. But something was not so good. You see, they should post a warning sign to folks who are unaware, as I was of the danger which lurks within it. We had a lovely swim/soak - for at least two hours in the hot, milky blue waters. There were stations around the perimeter which held the miraculous silica/mineral laden white mud which is touted as a cure for many skin diseases. People come from around the globe to get some of that precious stuff, and I had to laugh out loud because I watched people smearing it all over their faces, arms, even bald heads as they made the rounds through the lagoon. I thought it looked comical, but some were dead serious about it. After we finally emerged and went to the shower rooms, I rinsed off. I didn't see the shampoo/conditioner dispenser until I was already toweling off, so I decided to skip it. Then, after getting dressed, I tried to run the brush through my hair. My hair, had turned to stone. It was hard as a rock! I put my hand up to touch the top and found that it was like a statue head. Hmmmm, this must be just temporary - I thought, so I turned on the blow dryer to speed up the process of making the hair easier to brush. Ha ha - what was I thinking? It only made things worse! I couldn't even get my brush to go through the very little ends of my hair, let alone start at the top. STONE HAIR. I must have lost half of my hair from sheer brute strength as I ripped at it with the brush over and over, trying to fix the problem. My hair had taken on the look of a giant Medusa-like rat's nest, from top to bottom. Almost in tears at this point, I pulled the entire mess into a sort of braid, and went out. That night we checked into a large expensive hotel, because George wanted to make sure that I had access to good shampoo and conditioner. Guess what? Even though I loaded that slippery conditioner all over my hair, it did not fix the problem. I couldn't believe it! The next day, after washing it and doing the conditioner soak again, there was a small amount of improvement in the poor thing that used to be my hair. That evening, we went to a Viking Restaurant where we met a nice German couple and shared a meal with them. During the course of the evening, Katrin and I talked about the places in Iceland we had visited during our respective visits, and the subject of the Blue Lagoon came up. The horror was plain in my face as I related my hair nightmare to her, and as I spoke, a funny look came over her own face. Her husband started laughing, and then told me that Katrin had only just that very afternoon come from a beauty salon appointment, where she had actually had her hair CUT OFF due to the fact that her hair had become like "wire". Ha ha, I just had to laugh. We both agreed that they really should post a sign to warn travelers of the sure fate which awaits their hair. At least I didn't have to cut mine off. It isn't the same though - I lost a good bunch of it. I know better for next time. They REALLY should post a warning sign...

3 comments:

Becky Nelson said...

That is so funny!!
They really should have a warning sign.
I have checked out your blog site once before.
I just never commented. Now I have figured out how to use the darn thing its not so daunting.
Yippee!!
Thanks for commenting on mine.
Lucky you, all this traveling.
I'll check in again.

Glod said...

My grandparents went and made a video. They didn't even go in the water though because one had had their "hair done" adn the other (secretly, shh) wears a wig.

I like how the gunk at the bottom is full of hairs.

sister celtic said...

OH LORDY, ONLY A CANCER SURVIVOR COULD GET THE FULL BELLY LAUGH ON THAT ONE. I'M SORRY BUT IT'S SO BAD IT'S FUNNY. I REMEMBER GOING TO THE AIRPORT AND WALKING UP WITH MY BALD HEAD AND BASEBALL CAP AND HANDING THE WOMAN MY DRIVERS LICENSE. SHE LOOKED UP AT ME LIKE I WAS GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY OF FAKE I.D. SHE SAID" THATS NOT YOU" AND I SAID "YES IT IS" AND SHE SAID "NO IT'S NOT.. AND WE WENT BACK AND FORTH ...THEN SHE SAID " WELL THEN WHY DID YOU CUT OFF ALL YOUR HAIR?" I SAID NO I DIDN'T IT FELL OUT I'M A CANCER PATIENT.. WELL SHE SURE WAS STRUCK STUPID AND FEELING LIKE POOP.. I LAUGHED AND SAID AHH DON'T WORRY ABOUT HONEY. SO BAD HAIR DAYS CAN BE BAD SOME DAYS..