I know that it can be windy in Iceland. It’s the biggest issue.
I don’t mind cold, I don’t mind snow and I don’t mind the occasional windy day. But when it’s blowing a gale at over 118km an hour it’s hard cycling…
It’s impossible cycling.
But, being lucky as I am, there always seems to be some place to shelter.
Not this one.
Well, I did shelter from the wind here for a little while.
But this one.
The ice cave I visited a few weeks before with Simon and his friends.
I got a message from Simon. His mum had knitted me a jumper…
I’ve met many wonderful ladies in this world that gone to great lengths in looking after me. But this is the first time some one actually knitted a jumper for me in order to stay warm in Icelandic conditions.
It was one of the last nights that it’s possible to visit this cave. As spring is on its way and the river could rise and the cave collapse.
You might wonder how smart it is to camp in a melting glacier.
Here icebergs that break away peacefully drift around while seals chill in the sun (when there is any). It’s one of the top attractions in Iceland and when I was there part of the area was closed off for filming.
A few movies have been filmed here already. Like View to a Kill, Die Another Day, Tomb Raider and Batman Begins.
The black volcanic beaches along the south coast are beautiful to see.
The rescue shelter was built after a ship wrecked and the people had to walk two weeks to get to a road. This is a long time ago, before 4WD-tours and bridges.
So another shelter had to be found to spend the night.
It was good Simon happened to be in the area for those few days as he knew of another place to get some shelter from the wind. A hut build for climbers. There’s a perfect rock wall to practise on behind it, if you’re that way inclined.
For me it was good to be out of the wind. Although to get to the toilet you did have to get out into the weather, here’s what that looks like:
I slowly made my way to the next settlement.
Höfn í Hornafirði .
Not sure how it came up in conversation but Keli mentioned that his mother, wife and daughter share the same birthday.
The same as mine!
Keli is direct descendent of a Norwegian king and, according to him, his wife stems from an Irish princess. So there you go.
Staying with royalty 🙂
We spent a few rainy days watching James Bond movies and when it cleared up they showed me around their town and the greater Höfn area.
I wasn’t feeling all that flash either, so after pitching my tent on the local campground a wandered down to find some food.
That’s when I got talking to Dröfn. She’s born and raised in this village and recently bought a house, I told her I found that a very grown-up thing to do. She reckoned so as well, gave me some painkillers and invited me over to stay the night.
As she started work late the next day she decided to give me a tour of the town.
This is a great spot if you like rocks. There is small rock-museum with an amazing collection of rocks gathered over the last 25 years by local man Auðunn Baldursson. He cuts the rock and polishes them wich makes them awesome and surprising! I haven’t seen anything like it.
Who knew that plain old rocks could be so fascinating?
There’s a gorgeous black beach and a mountain shaped like a pyramid. Just like in Gordonvale 🙂
Dröfn also knew about the hot spring I was talking about.
One of the best camp spots in the world ever!
I was so glad I managed to locate this place!
Only for the day but good enough to put me in high spirit and even do a little dance on the road.
And I rode without hands, ears or helmet.
I had stopped to warm up for a coffee in Breidalsvik when the owner of the place mentioned he’d seen me on the road somewhere before Höfn.
A few days later I got an email from the same guy.
It made me laugh.
He’d seen me on the road again, and didn’t stop to say g’day.
Instead he took another picture and send it to me ….
The good thing about travelling this time of year is all the campgrounds are closed.
That means they’re free 🙂
It also means it’s a little chilly at times which makes me very slow.
Especially in the mornings…
I was lucky the weather was good because the emergency shelter on top of the road was boarded up and snowed in.
I had not much to do in Egilsstaðir, with 3000 inhabitants the capital of the east.
From Spanish origin he’s been living in Iceland for over 20 years. He lives by himself in a big enough house so figured it would be a good idea if I stayed there too.
He’s a tourist guide, speaks many languages, teacher and geologist. He was still chatting merrily away as I headed out of the house the next morning.
So that I did.
But not for very long…