Wednesday 18th Feb 2015
This morning we set off at 8:15 to go to the Reykjavik Escape excursion. We arrived, and anxiously went inside, expecting something completely different to reality.
We were told snippets of information about what was happening and small anecdotes about our rooms.
After splitting into groups of three and fours we were sent off to separate rooms.
In our room, we had 60 minutes, just like everyone else, to unlock several codes that would give us the password to open the door.
All of these clues would lead together and the door would be opened. After being told there was only a 30-40% success rate, we didn’t go into isolation with much confidence.
Throughout the 1 hour time period, we had to deal with hard puzzles and trying to sort out what clue meant what. We were given some help by the game makers, as they called us a couple of times in our time of need, but apart from that, we were left to figure it all out ourselves.
Sadly, we didn’t manage to find out the combination in time, however if we had another 30 minutes we think we would have done it in time.
After we came out of the game, the Game Maker showed us The Truth in the rooms.
We were all relieved that it wasn’t just us that failed.
Overall, today consisted of a lot of fun and we enjoyed spending the other half of the day exploring parliament, and spending our last amounts of money on ice cream and souveniers.
By Sarah Boucher x
The Icelandic parliament is the oldest parliament in the world. It was established in 930AD.
Its original site was situated in the wide tectonic rift between the two continents of America and Europe. Uncanny hey?
Each summer clan leaders would ride on horseback for days to convene there. In two weeks of talks and negotiations they would resolve all the issues for the year.
A cynic might say that leaders of the modern British parliament break for two weeks each summer and spend the rest of the year in talks and negotiations but still fail to resolve anything meaningful. But that would be truly cynical.
Today is Shrove Tuesday, or in Icelandic, Sprengidagur – or Exploding Day: that is, people eat so much until they almost explode (as they prepare to begin their fast tomorrow).