Went to the flea market in the morning where I sampled Hakarl (it tastes a little like blue cheese), and then ate a hotdog at Icelands most famous hotdog stand, formerly used by none other than Bill Clinton. High praise indeed. I'd say the hotdog was OK, but not noticably better than any other. Then holed up in a bookshop and cafe for a couple of hours. At three pm, visited The Volcano Show at Red Rock Cinema... it was nothing like I pictured it to be, and is well worth a visit. Run by a fairly crazy old guy who has built a cinema in his shed, and chases volcanos for a living / hobby (unclear), he also stars in the movie - which will be cut short if he has to leave to film a new eruption. Awesome and inspiring.
Then to the hotel. We were unceremoniously told that the spa was closed on Sundays. Of course. So we could use it for an hour or so when it opened at 8am the following day. Disappointed, we went out to the Icebar - good fun and very blue in photos - before eating dinner in the attached restaurant. I had fish (galore). Back to the hotel. Arose at 7.30 and went to the spa. It had opened at 7am. The lady at check in at the spa was unhelpful, offering us (compulsory) slippers, but phrasing it as optional, and then blankly staring at me when I said I was a size 50 (European shoe size), and waiting until I selected, at random, a lower number, rather than telling me what their largest flip flop size actually was. The spa was pretty good once inside, all Egyptian and with a window in the ceiling. Finally, visited the Reykjavik +/- 1 or 2 (or similar name) museum, which was a great example of technology in museums, including one excellent interactive and several other good digital displays. And one large archaelogical find.
And now we're back in the UK.
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]]>Visited Borg, a large rock and sight of Egil's saga, then went to the settlement centre (nice museum, some great little displays but very confusing staff and headphones system that spoils the pacing somewhat. I enjoyed it though, especially downstairs. Then we did the Golden Circle: Thingvellir, a lake and nature reserve on the mid Atlantic rift, interesting cliffs and gorges as a result, and the birthplace of democracy: the Althing and Law Rock. Historical. From there we drove down the WORST ROAD IN ICELAND to Laugervatn, and on to Geysir, the original geyser, now sadly broken, but made up for by its smaller cousin. It was fun. He bubbles. Finally, Gullfoss. Although I was sceptical, this was actually the best waterfall of the holiday, and possibly in Iceland (certainly the most famous). Ate many posh foods. Slept.
Awoke and drove South to the ghost centre at Stokesteri (spelling?) and listened to ghost stories while a boy in a hood made Laura scream and tweaked my nose. Brilliant, and a testement to the power of imagination and old warehouses. Then finished the real circle, driving North into Reykjavik, where we looked at the original manuscripts of the sagas, sorted out a discount on our car for an early return, and checked into our penultimate sleeping quarters - Reykjavik HI hostel, one of the best hostel's I've ever been to. Good work. Tomorrow is our final day, then home and back to the drawing board.
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]]>The next night was in Borgarnes where we saw some fantastic waterfalls and stayed in the sort of timber clad room I had always imagined for a Scandinavian stay. Perched right on the bay and filled with some of the craziest Danes I´ve ever met (I´ve not met many but I think the superlative might hold for some time).
We went through a 5km tunnel to get to Laugarvatn and paid 800 krona (about four pounds) for the privilege. Tonight we have eaten a great four course dinner near the famous geysir, which spouted satisfyingly high and bubbled beautifully. I´m rather ashamed to have eaten carpaccio of minke whale as part of dinner. Bad me. I won´t do it again.
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]]>Today we walked across a load of snow to get to an angrily bubbling volcanic field. The signs implored us to stick to the paths and to avoid the dark coloured ground (it was all under the snow, both the good and the bad ground). If we were stupid enough to ignore these instructions, the signs then asserted 'You are here at your own risk'. Encouraging. We only fell down a fissure once.
We have failed to find restaurants and museums open, a lot. However, Iceland is awesome, beautiful and worth eating freeze dried noodles in the guesthouse kitchen for.
However, they seem to have no desire to have a winter tourist season, and if anyone is daft enough to come here then, they provide no signage or infrastructure of any kind to allow them to fend for themselves. The interpretation is also generally poor.
Icelandic for goodbye is 'bless' though, aww.
Laura Keating MA Mus. Stud.
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]]>We decided to see Modradalur, Icelands highest farm, on the way to our next point, Thorshofn (Þorshofn), which is the gateway to a peninsular that looks like a duck. The road to Modradalur was terrible, and on occasion looked impassible, but careful driving got us through. The farm was closed for the season, and we went without the hearty soup we had craved. Onwards to Thorshofn. We ate in a petrol station - I had lamb schnitzel - and enjoyed pretty scenery. Arrived in town and joyously found a pharmacy - which was closed - and a restaurant, which was open, though food was excessively creamy. We have found Iceland to be generally closed, and have consequently planned a return south to where it might be open soon. Had a bath in a hotpot, and watched the northern lights, which again danced slowly and subtely across the sky. Hostel, clean, new, full of welcoming bones and does a great farmhouse-like breakfast.
Morning saw us check out some abandoned farmhouses before hitting town, photographing ham, and leaving. Went to drive the shortest route to Myvatn, but rapidly found our road blocked by snow, which we both tried to drive through, and failed. Luckily neither got stuck nor slid off road. Went the long way round, and saw Icland's most northerly point (2.5km below arctic), and some scary scarecrows. Road to Dettifoss also blocked, so went via Husavik - home to the famous phallalogical museum, closed, but with an impressive facade. Continued to Myvatn where we took a "nature bath" hot, cold, outdoors, similar to Blue Lagoon but less finished and otherworldly, and more extreme in temperature.
Following day we found Dettifoss still inaccessible, so popped up the road to Hverir - ugly, alien, stinking and fascinating volcanic field, and Krafla - much the same, but bigger. I nearly fell in a hidden crevice. We left soon after. The weather was bloody awful and we sulked greatly, this would have better suited a summer day I think. But we went on to Dimmuborgir, the "dark castles" home to trolls and their children, and namesake of a Norwegian metal band. It was pretty amazing, canyons and formation made of cooled lava, and we spent over an hour their. Went home to get ready to eat, but found all restaurants closed (bloody annoying), so, we're heading back towards Reykjavik a little swifter than planned - its getting old that we have to eat nothing but frazzles and chocolate every day, and that hot dogs are a luxury. We will therefore not get to Europes westernmost point, nor to a glacier beloved of Jules Verne. In exchange, we plan to visit many other attractions, including a rock, a hole, and some ghosts. So lets see if we make it.
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]]>From there we drove on an interminably long short-cut, unpaved road, full of gravel. This took hours. Eventually we got back on the main road, route 1, the circle, and headed to Vik. It was dark when we arrived and we went almost immediately to sleep. The following day it was snowy. We waded down to the beach and looked at the sea stacks, then asked advice on the road ahead. "No problem". True enough, we drove through a white, alien landscape for many hours, until we came to the flood plains at the glacial feet of Vatnajokul. Saw glaciers galore. Then continued to Jokusarlon, where a glacier touches a lagoon and myriad turquoise icebergs float sleepily around. The shore is covered in ice cubes and there are, as Laura will tell you, seals. COntinued to Hofn where we ate burgers and saw the Aurora Borealis - it was subtle, a glowing green curtain that gently shifted shape and size, arcing across the sky. We had to run tot he beach to see it properly.
Today we drove to Egilstadir, where we used the internet. Reaching here required use of a high snowy mountain dirt track - or the circle, route one, as they call it round here. Now I must go.
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]]>Last night was spent in Hofn, where we had a meal in a cabin restaurant and saw NORTHERN LIGHTS! It consisted of a long green strip across the sky, with some less bright ones accompanying it. It was so cold that my nose was numb though. Yesterday morning it had snowed heavily when we woke up in Vik, so driving from Vik to Hofn was hard-going for a while.
We have also seen waterfalls with and without rainbows, glaciers, ice-caps, big waves (sea), black sandy beaches, fjords, drove through a mountain tunnel and today I drove over a fallen piece of rock which has buggered a hub cap.
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]]>In Reykjavik thick hand knitted sweaters with a diamond pattern encircling the neck are all the rage, and I realise I have always wanted one.
At Heathrow, I saw Robert Kilroy Silk.
We have got a car from tomorrow and are going to drive around the island.
The snow boots are working out beautifully, despite presently there being no snow.
Also, it is beautiful and unspoilt here, and Reykjavik feels a little provincial (this is not bad though). It has the feeling of being a remote outpost in the Atlantic ocean. Wonder why that could be?
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]]>Awoke and broke fast, ate fantastic paprika cheese and strange pancakes. Planned a day of galleries and museums. Saw a video installation critiquing Islamic society in Iran... very disturbing. Then a viking history exhibition, which was great fun, full of recreated vikings and gory stories. Ate a ham salad sandwich, and a cake. Then we wandered into town and looked around, and found this here internet cafe, which sells nice cakes and tea and is very atmospherically pleasant, and snug. It is insanely cold here, so much more than expected. So tonight we intend saunas and hot-tubs to rule the day.
Tomorrow we collect a hire car, which we will use to drive around 'the circle', Iceland's famous ring-road. This will take a while, and there's lots to see on the way. I really like it here.
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]]>We deduced that Iceland fulfilled some of these criteria.
I have accordingly bought sensible warm clothing with hoods and waterproof soles (different items) and a return flight to Reykjavik.
A blog about Iceland should include the mention of Bjork and Magnus Magnusson. Luckily, this one does. So read on soon!
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]]>To prepare, I have bought Icelandic music, Beowulf and Grendal - a film shot in Iceland - and put an Ebay bid on a copy of the Icelandic Sagas. I will also preocure warm clothes. Now, I shall work, or I will have no reason to celebrate.
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