Blogs from East, Iceland, Europe - page 4

I sit here facing the back window at the end of a LONG day watching the horses graze and the river flow by. The wind has a kick to it as it whips around the farm and through our small window openings. Birds chirp and life is good. Today brought an early start as we had a long journey to get from the south to the east. Plus, we had LOTS to see along with way. After packing the car we started down the side road to 204. Along the way we stopped to look at the baby terns on the side of the road. And once again got the adult terns upset. They pecked the hood again but not us. In town we laughed over our confusion and inexperience at obtaining gas for the car. ... read more

Coming into east Iceland from Husavik last night was a long stretch of road. We mainly stopped at Egilsstadir to sleep and then continue heading out across the country. This morning we embarked on several drives through quaint little towns along the water ways and in the mountains. We saw several waterfalls and did a bit of hiking. The hike we did was at Fardagafoss, a beautiful waterfall with an interesting folklore tale. The tale goes a female troll used to occupy the land and hide her pot of gold down the stream. On occasion one should be able to see the shimmer of the rod that holds the pot down stream from the falls. During this hike we had tons of laughs. First of, Abby stepped right into a freezing stream trying to cross by ... read more

Tak uz kluckujeme nie len pomedzi ovce ale aj cez vychodne fjordy. Sem tam sa este najde nejaky ten strateny vodopad, ale inak je to viac menej o pozerani pobreznych mesteciek a o vyhladoch. Hlavne ten po vyjazde k tunelu nad Eskifjorđur bol uplne famozny. Proste krajina ako stvorena na filmovanie. Idealne sci-fi. Jeden z clenov vypravy (ano, ja..) uz sa stava expert na uniky pred zurivou islandskou zverinou. Za jednu fotku mu skoro natrhli zadnicu dva ovciarske psy a za druhu zase jeden dost teritorialne naladeny baran. Obaja nastastie neuspesne. Najvacsi zazitok bola ale polarna ziara v Eskifjorđure. Aj napriek mestskemu osvetleniu sme mali neuveritelnu show ked sa vlnila a tocila a menila farby z bielej do zelenej az fialovej. Este ze nam stale drzi pocasie a mozme kazdu noc cakat ci sa neobjavi. A ... read more

Tuesday 28th July We are staying for two nights here at the Hotel Alfheimar in Bakkagerdi, to allow us to have an acclimatisation day before setting off on our trek tomorrow. As we were driving north from Egilsstadir yesterday afternoon there was a range of prominent peaks on our right. They are had snow-capped summits but their summits were also in the clouds most of the time. Depending on the weather, today's walk may have attempted to go to the summit of one of those peaks, but this morning it seemed clear that the summits were going to stay in the clouds for most of the day so instead we did a circular walk going partially up to the summit ridge. We had breakfast in the hotel at 8am and then made ourselves a packed lunch ... read more

Saturday We woke up and started dressing so that we could head into our next port. I pulled my older jeans out, the ones I had ridden horses in (figured for walking around town they would be ok). As soon as I pull them out, I got this whiff of something that smelled like poop. The whole room smelled of it. I put the pants back up, but the smell lingered. I found something else to wear. Shelly took the hike, I did the guided tour of town, Seydisfjordur. As we started walking the guide mentioned that there was a herring processing plant here and we might smell it occasionally. About 5 minutes later, boom, the same earlier smell. At least I now know it wasn’t my pants. Boy, I’m not sure if I could ever ... read more