The site is completely crowded. In the night someone came and started tenting right next door. Speaking. One whispers when others lie and sleep for Gods sake! And they were Danes! I was grieved. Parents with children. After a "Hyschh ..." it helped a little, but only a little.
When they had settled down, and I had fallen asleep again, the Poles got up and started to pack .... and talk. Then I got up and went out saying that it was not even seven o'clock and if they would please try to be quiet. It also helped a little bit.
Then I fell asleep and slept till 8 o'clock.
|Drying my towel in the sun|
No, completely different is Mr. Thailand on the other side of the Germans, which by the way also is okay.
Two Thai people by bike in Iceland. Can you imagine something more exotic? They also take it very quietly. Have spent 3 days reaching Reykjavik from the airport. He is incredibly sweet and thank you every time I've talked to him.
Now I have been on sight-seeing in Reykjavik. Have just learned some words: Snyrting: Toilet. Konur and Karlar are easier. (Women and men)
|Beautiful old house in Reykjavik|
In the tourist information I can finally get proper answers. I would rather have talked to the man as she looked too dark. So we have our prejudices. But I think get wiser. Védís can answer all my questions about electricity and cables and light conductors (which is almost the same in Icelandic). Even licens plates she has a relationship with. She believes that the letter combinations are linked to the individual models, possibly even the individual year, such that for example. RT is given to Citroën C-3 from 17. I have to check that out.
|Old icelandic licens plate||Comparing languages|
She also says that tourism may be an economic boost for Iceland as such, but not for Icelanders. Prices are pushed up, but wages are not included. It is foreign investors who score the cash register. They rarely go out to eat these days it has become too expensive.
Then I go to Hallgrimskyrka. It's the simplest church I've ever seen. You can get up the tower for 900 kr. I have to. There is only the lady selling tickets. Then you get into the queue and go into the elevator yourself when you get that far. It can take 6 it says. It's funny that it can take 8 when driving down again, but then it will not have to lift either.
|The tower of Hallgrimskyrka...||...and the view from the top|
When I get out, there is one who recognizes me. I also know him, but where was it? Eldborg! Well, yes, the german couple I talked with while I ate. We're talking a little, he's wearing all the luggage, they're going home tonight. The girlfriend is in the church, but she havn't been up the tower as she has brought no money. I give him my ticket, which I still have, in case one of them wants to go.
Then I drive towards "Perlan", which I've seen from the tower. Is there anything I'm really good at here in the world, it's finding my way it in a foreign city. I do not have to look at the map, but on the other hand I get up on the back after driving up some small footpaths. In the big containers, Reykjavik's hot water reserves are kept. A dome has been built on top and an exhibition about Glaciers and Vulcanos has been arranged.
I do not think I have time to spend hours here and it costs 3000 kr so I'm over today.
Looking at the map a single time, and then I drive home. Through the Langadalur park on paths, I learned about yesterday.
Talking with Mr. and Mrs. Thailand. When they started talking about Longyearbyen - pronounced a little special - I prick up ears. Svalbard! Have they been to Svalbard? Yes, before Iceland they were with their bicycles on Svalbard. There was not much road to ride, but they were there.
Two Thai people on a bike on Svalbard! I must give them that.
When I have had lunch am sitting writing, I get sleepy. Is not used to sitting still.
Then I drive back into town to shop and drive around here and there. Ends up far outside the map, so I have to use HereWeGo to find the campsite. There are some very charming bike paths out there and there is a lot bicycling.
When I return to the camp, I see someone I know. The Dutch couple from Stykkisholmur. We both believe that the other party has arrived too early. Have I taken the bus? I have to tell about my hustle and bustle at Snæfellsnes. Just get some tips on the roads towards Țhingvellir, they've driven them all.
Almost back to the tent I meet - for the third time - the French couple with the porridge. They are all on their way home. Just not me.
There seems to be only one Nettó in central Reykjavik, so I'm out where I haven't been yet to find my muesli from COOP.
And then to Eldsmiđjan, the fire blacksmith, where you get the best pizza, according to local opinion. Maybe a little bit more expensive, but .... They are right. And with œ liter Viking Classic, I'm now ready to lay down. I Hope the bike can find its way home.
When I get home, Alexa is standing there. The French girl I met in Blönduos. It's really everyone who's heading home.