Iceland II, complete. We left after a full 60 days and the ubiquitous dip in the Blue Lagoon on the way out.
America rudely welcomed us back, into a world bristling with security cameras, roamed by sniffer dogs, and blaring with videos about how great the police are, keeping everyone safe. It was a real culture shock.
We took the Amtrak (I have nothing good to say about Amtrak) back across the country from the Eastern seaboard to the west, and I went home to Canada. Back in the PNW!
In a way I think I got Iceland out of my system. I don’t feel the frantic urgency to return as soon as possible that made me strive to make this trip happen, but if the opportunity arises, I will definitely go again. Perhaps for another season. We’ve done fall; winter, check; maybe summer next time.
Complete story of my Iceland adventures
A beautiful white world, but utter crap for taking pictures.
On the spiral stairs that descend into Vatnshellir, a long two part cave near Hellnar on Snæfellsnes.
After a week in the Westfjords and being rather hopelessly grounded in the storm, the roads opened and we drove out, treated to a beautiful sunrise over the newly snowy fjords.
My posts by cell phone haven’t been working! A few catchup days incoming…
Roads closed all around us now by avalanches and winds up to 50m/sec (180km/h!) We walked two blocks in the scouring blizzard winds and had snow driven through our clothes and cut our eyes.
It’s creating beautiful effects and building drifts but we are very stuck in Suðavík as all roads out of the Westfjords are closed.
Waiting out a snowstorm in the Westfjords with a makeshift chessboard; surprising hurricane news from North America online these days.
Halloween doesn’t happen in Iceland.
At Holmavík, hanging out with the celebrated cat from the Icelandic Museum of Sorcery and Witchcraft. He´s a very substantial cat.
We spent hours exploring the eerie and cinematic ruin of the once impressive herring factory at Djúpavík, Strandir Coast.
Started and ended the day in hot pools, from Krossnes to the holy water of Gvendarlaug.
On board a Twin Otter to Grimsey for the night and to officially step into Iceland’s only bit of territory that lies within the Arctic Circle.
The most laid back airport experience ever. We watched the lone ground “crew” carry our checked “baggage” (our packs) out to the plane and stow it before calling our flight at the one “gate” (door). The mystery of how the guy at check-in seemed to know who we were, without even asking our names, was cleared up when we were nearly the only passengers on board (one other).
Shortly after takeoff, a window in the next row fell out. It just plopped in onto the seat. Thankfully, the outer window held, or it would have got very windy.