More Fjords

Woke up to another beautiful day. Whilst it is not warm we have been blessed with very reasonable days. Most days have seen some sun, very few have had a small amount of rain, and the wind has been fairly tame by Icelandic standards.

We had noticed a bakery the night before and remembered it opened at seven, so we made sure we visited before we headed off. Apparently it had all been baked that morning and it looked awesome. Some of the doughnuts were the size of life savers.

The harbour looked lovely in the early morning light.

We set off to traverse the fjords on the other side of the peninsula we travelled yesterday. All basically part of the Isafjordur complex. In order Skutulsfjordur, Alftajordur, Sydisfjordur, Skotufjordu, Mjolfjordur, Vtnsfjordur and finally Isafjordur. We visited the Arctic fox centre at Sudavik, I did not like it much as some idiot was teasing the two foxes they had in captivity....I had to walk away or get myself arrested. So onward to lots of stunning scenery, quite often with bits of the Drangajokull glacier as a backdrop. Hard psychological driving though, you drive for fourty minutes and are 800 meters across the fjord from where you started. We found lovely spots to have a morning tea break and lunch.

Finally got away from the fjords and wound up a beautiful glacial valley filled with purple flowers, Marjan could not find a place to stop so we did not get any piccies, but it is an image that will live with us for a long time. Over the top and a glide down to the quirky town of Holmavik. I figure a witchcraft and sorcery museum and a house dedicated to smurfdom qualify as quirky for a town with a population in the hundreds. The skyr cake with our coffee was interesting and different. Skyr is the local take on yoghurt.

Over the hills again to return to the west side of the island and travel the eagle trail. We were looking for white tailed eagles......we saw nary a one. Still the rural, farming country was interesting and the location we ended at for the night beautiful. We checked in and walked up to the waterfall behind our accommodation via a country lane. We had the falls to ourselves and just sat there for a while: smelling the grass, listening to the water and watching the birds fly above us. Peace.

We have slowly been heading back towards the busier parts of Iceland and you can see how tourism is changing the country. They actually had signs indicating a lookout. Of course the sign was on the far side of the lookout road, which was located just after a sharp bend. So basically they were telling you that you had missed that lookout. The road were also much better. Marjan hardly had more than three minor heart attacks.