It has been a while but I’ve been very busy gaining cash & kilo’s in Ireland.
Those last ones weren’t exactly necessary but it’s one of the side-effects of Guinness. Anyway, they might be of some use keeping me warm… right?
I had the time to put together a little video of my previous time in Iceland.
I flew back for one last bicycle-trip, through the highlands this time.
As the whole area closes for about 10 months a year due to bad weather and snow there’s just this small window of opportunity to explore this crazy part of the country. And even more of the country is closed already as there was a volcano about to blow.
I’ve been watching the news anxiously as I wouldn’t mind getting stuck in Iceland, but I needed to get there first. Lucky there was no problem with the flights and the whole thing only started to go off when I was well and truly on the way.
Just like 7 months ago (when I first arrived) Simon decided to join me. I was very happy to have the company.
Clearly I’m not all that experienced at this lightweight-business, and left some items I really shouldn’t have left. Like my tools, bathers & chargers.
My bike was a little annoyed I left her sitting still for two months while I was having a ball in Ireland…
And she made sure to let me know by breaking down at regular intervals.
The first day was glorious cycling, blue-ish skies, tailwind, downhill and a bit of sun.
All the things you could possibly wish for in a campsite were there, shelter, clean water, whiskey.
Well, that last one I carried in my panniers (lightweight you see)
The huge river crossing that looked slightly daunting to me at first turned out real easy.
With the water coming straight from the glacier I wasn’t overly keen to go through.
Simon got his bike across and just when it was my turn a local farmer came along and agreed to ferry the rest of our gear across in his trailer!
I did feel like a bit of a cheat, but there were still over 30 rivers to cross along the way, so I didn’t really miss out…
It was a real challenge to manoeuvre the bikes over lava rocks in psychedelic shapes.
So it was really handy when we noticed a hut conveniently located at the end of our day.
It’s lovely to have a roof at times.
I was not expecting to see the Northern lights in August at all!
And that at another lovely camp spot after a day of barren yonder.
Note: Eggs in Panniers on rocky roads are not a good idea…
Simon disagreed with the sign so we continued on and never saw the sign on the other side.
This area is called Storisandur. That means ‘big sand‘. But the sand that was still to come was much bigger… I didn’t know that yet.
We hit road 35.
That settled that.
Along this road we also found our only campground (read shower) on the trip and we met a whole group of cycling-folk!
Stephen & Christy (Australia) had met Nadine & Stevan (Germany) in South America on a year long bike-tour. Since then the couples have met up in Kyrgyzstan and Iceland to keep on riding together. They picked up Wolfram, another German rider along the way and together with Simon and myself we had a lovely group.
Sylvian & Karin (Swiss) are used to bike touring as well,
only this time they weren’t.
It was greatly appreciated!
But when we got there we decided to push on a little bit.
Only 23km, we thought.
How long could that possibly take.
Just when we dragged the bikes through the worst of it I got a flat tyre. It was 22.30, this storm brewing, a cold wind and only 4 km to go. The decision was made to throw all my luggage on the back of Simon’s bike and push the last leg.
With all this luxury and ‘only’ 18km to the next hut we enjoyed a leisurely morning of drinking coffee and drying gear.
In the meantime we got the news that this volcano had started to blow. It wasn’t a problem though. As Simon explained, it’s only lava this time. No ash…
There have been a few times when I though wow! This place looks just like NZ!
Which is often.
But just as we started to come down from the mountains the weather started to clear up.
And back in Hafnarfjordur we met up with three mad fat-bike dudes.
A ridiculous night with far too many beers and ‘Opal’ a lethal Icelandic concoction, followed and nearly made me miss my flight to Canada.
But it did not.
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