Monday 26 May 2014

Takk, Iceland... Day 2

The morning started with the next eight mornings' routine.  Nix makes the oats, I make the coffee (with Tim Wendleboe beans no less).  I'm the beverage man you see.  Nix makes the food, I pour the drinks.  I make the coffee, I crack the beers, I take the cork out and I over pour the whiskies.

Anyway, we set off again on the search for those seals.  We drove a few hundred metres down the road before pulling over and being directed through someone's plot of land down to the ocean where I counted at least 150 of them lazing about in the morning sun while a few played around in the surf and one or two came for a closer look but never got close enough that we were able to make out their inquisitive little mugs.




We left the seals behind and dropped into Vidimyrikirkja and Glaumbaer to check out a traditional turf church built in 1834 and a few turf houses.



It was then bath time for the first of a handful of incredible hot springs.  This one's called Grettislaug and was used by an outlaw Viking to revive himself after crossing the icy six kilometre straight from the nearby island of Drangey that he'd been exiled to.  It required quite a significant detour but it was more than worth the effort.



After that we headed back along the Ring Road passing through Oxnadalur (a 35 kilometre very deep and narrow valley) and Eyjafjordur (the collective name of the fjord and 60 kilometre valley).



We stopped in Akureyri (have fun pronouncing that one) for a coffee, to check out its spectacular church and to pick up some sushi for dinner.  Sushi is a national obsession (along with hot dogs of course).


We continued on to the spectacular Godafoss, during which we got our first taste of driving through snow.  It would not be the last.


Godafoss, the "waterfall of the idols (gods)".  Icelandic Sagas tell that back in the year 1000, when the Icelandic Parliament decided that the nation would adopt Christianity, the law-speaker threw all of his pagan idols into the river.




We'd intended on staying here that night but ten other cars there and no camping or camper van signs prevented that so we headed towards Myvatn - a beautiful shallow lake in a region of volcanic activity and geothermal heat - and found a spot near the lake to stop for the night.



The camping chairs stayed in the car thanks to the pouring rain, gale force winds and freezing temps.

Still, it was another great day.

Click here for day 3.