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...