48 hours is a long time when you are traveling but that’s how long it has been since I last sat down to tell you about what we’ve been up to. At the moment we’re in Akureyri, staying at the top floor of the Icelandair hotel and the view from our room is amazing. I could sit here all day and stare out the window but that’s not why we are here. I might have to come back for that though.
We left Egilsstaðir in slightly better weather than we had experienced the day before and headed west towards Vopnafjörður. We hadn’t gone far when we hit a snowstorm that had me a little bit worried for while simply because we didn’t see a thing. It didn’t last long though and before we knew it spring was on the horizon again. After checking out Vopnafjörður we took a dip in the hot tubs at Selárdalslaug, a really nice pool just outside Vopnarfjörður that is free to visit and there are no guards that mind it. It’s located in a little valley, next to the river Selá, and it was surprisingly clean and lovely. Next we headed towards Bakkafjörður, a village of about 80 people, and watched the waves break on the old harbor in the strong northern wind. After Bakkafjörður the road turned into a gravel road and remained that way more or less until we got Þórshöfn.
We had a reservation at Ytra Lón Farm Hostel and arrived there only about 4 hours after we originally planned to be there. Halldóra, the lovely woman who greeted us was very patient with us and did never make us feel like we had done her a big disservice by arriving so late. She took us to meet the animals on the farm, many of which had only been born in the last week and a half, but Ytra Lón has about 400 sheep and this is the height of the lamb season. I don’t know if it’s actually called the lamb season.
Next Halldóra took us on a tour around Langanes peninsula and to make a long story short, because I’m going to tell you more about it in a separate post, it was fantastic. She took us all the way to Fontur lighthouse, which is on the tip of Langanes and probably as far from Reykjavík as you can possibly get on land. She even sang us a little song in the lighthouse to demonstrate the acoustics and when we got back to Ytra Lón I confined to Helga that the moment almost made me teary-eyed out of pure joy. “Oh my god, me too” she answered. I can’t tell you why it had such a profound impact on us both but I can imagine it is because our little day trip (that actually happened at night) was everything I hoped this whole trip would be: Something unique and oh so wonderful.
Today we woke up and had breakfast with Halldóra and decided against doing a hike to Rauðanes like we had planned due to bad weather conditions and my health but Helga’s stupid flu has decided that it’s my turn and I’ve been feeling rotten all day. Instead we drove to Ásbyrgi, where we took a little walk, and then drove towards Mývatn where Helga bathed in Grjótagjá, naked of course, and we looked at some mud geysers by Námafjall. Because I’m not feeling good and I’m doing all the driving we kind of hurried through Mývatn and only did a quick stop at Goðafoss waterfall. The against my better judgement (I wanted to stay in bed with tea but Helga wouldn’t have it) we went out for dinner and cocktail which I will without a doubt pay for tomorrow. I already am actually, I really do feel quite bad.
So that’s it for the last 48 hours. A lot happened and very little all at the same time. One of the things that happened is that I misplaced my camera cable which is why you’ll only get photo from my phone from today.