This morning, after a quick detour for coffee,breakfast ( for the others – I had another Frogdancer’s Sad Breakfast), and a quick stop at the supermarket to buy lunches, we jumped in the car and started heading out in search of waterfalls. It turns out that Morgan loves waterfalls, so seeing as he designed this little Iceland pre-tour for us, we’ll be seeing a lot of water affected by gravity.
This one was what he described as “ a nice enough little thing.” We had to clamber down an embankment with slippery stones, where I slipped and grazed my leg. Needless to say, I courageously carried on.
There was also a little stream to cross, but the waterfall was worth it. Here are the other 3 in front of it.
We headed off again. “I love to drive in Iceland,” said Morgan. “ You can point the car anywhere and it’s always beautiful.”
I can see what he means.
An hour’s drive later, we arrived at Morgan’s favourite waterfall. Unfortunately, it was a 3 hour hike. My blistered toe wasn’t up for such things, as well as my lifelong avoidance of bush walking, so I looked at the map and decided to go as far as the cave.
1.2 kms each way was quite enough for me! They walked to number 6 on the map, while I walked to number 2.
It was enjoyable, though I have to admit that I was more than ready to see the cave when it finally appeared. We said our goodbyes, Morgan handed over the car key and, after I videoed them crossing the river further downstream by walking along a log, I turned back.
One thing about Iceland is that there are not a lot of public toilets. I can’t remember the last time I did a bush wee, or as we said in Africa earlier this year… “picked some flowers.” Remember? For guys it was “checking the tyres.” 😂
It was a lovely walk back to the car. There were goats in the area. I heard them bleating as I was almost back at the car park.
I sat in the car, ate lunch, read a novel and wrote this blog post up to this point. Baptiste promised to take shots of the waterfall so we can all see what I elected to miss.
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Morgan sent me this one. 😀
We popped into the War and Peace museum for a look around. To be honest, the outside art was better than what was inside.
As soon as we walked in, I did a Queen Mother and ducked into the loo. The guys walked into the main entrance and were told that the museum was closed for the winter, but it was open for a private function that day.
Not being privy to this information, Corinna and I went all over the museum.
It was pretty bad. It was full of fusty old things, with mannequins posing as radio operators and random soldiers. It reminded me of those antique warehouses, with little stalls full of absolute garbage. I was glad that we didn’t pay for admission.
Corinna sampled a few of the desserts from the function. She came back to the car raving about how good they were, and the next thing I know, Baptiste is back in there with her, to sample things for himself.
On the road again. Once you leave the city, Iceland is very empty. There are little houses and churches scattered in the most picturesque places.
Morgan turned up a little dirt road and promised to show us something unique that no other tours have on their itineraries.
And here it is. Corinna and I thought this rock looked like a hand, but the information board likened it to a goblet.
We were getting hungry, so we headed back through the park to get back to the car.
Suddenly hundreds of women clutching Prosecco glasses burst out onto the pathway. They kept coming past us in a constant stream.
” I feel like a salmon!” Baptiste whispered to me. Some of them had empty glasses, others had a gliding stride as they tried to avoid spilling any wine.
James from Ireland/North Korea 2018 had landed. We agreed we’d all meet up for dinner at Morgan’s favourite burger bar. They adjust the numbers here every time someone dies or has a baby.
And now the Iceland crew is complete!
I didn’t post yesterday because James, Baptiste and I had a few drinks that night. James brought some delicious duty free gin with him.
The next morning, all I could think of was coffee…
Dad joke of the day:
The photo with the church and the dramatic skies is worthy of printing and framing – stunning!!
Too bad about your blistered toe but very wise of you to listen to your body. And it sounds like a pleasant time in the car waiting for the crew. I wonder what all those women were doing??