Day 32 Svinafell - Vagnsstađir


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01.07 Kűge - Ćrhus

02.07 Ćrhus - Dokkedal

03.07 Dokkedal - Tornby

04.07 Fűrste dag pć færgen

05.07 Anden dag pć færgen

06.07 Seyđisfjörđur - Egilsstađir

07.07 Egilsstađir - Ađalsbol

08.07 Ađalsbol - Möđrudalur

09.07 Möđrudalur - Myvatn

10.07 Myvatn

11.07 Myvatn

12.07 Myvatn - Gođafoss

13.07 Gođafoss - Akureyri

14.07 Akureyri

15.07 Akureyri - Varmahliđ

16.07 Varmahliđ

17.07 Varmahliđ - Blönduos

18.07 Blönduos - Sæberg

19.07 Sæberg - Buđardalur

20.07 Buđardalur - Stykkisholmur

21.07 Stykkisholmur - Arnastapi

22.07 Arnarstapi - Eldborg

23.07 Eldborg - Borganes

24.07 Borgarnes - Reykjavik

25.07 Reykjavik

26.07 Reykjavik - Laugarvatn

27.07 Laugarvatn - Arnes

28.07 Arnes - Seljalandsfoss

29.07 Seljalandsfoss - Vik

30.07 Vik - Kirkjubæjarklaustur

31.07 Kirkjubæjarklaustur - Svinafell

01.08 Svinafell - Vagnsstađir

02.08 Vagnsstađir - Höfn

03.08 Höfn - Djupivogur

04.08 Djupivogur - Breiđdalsvik

05.08 Breiđdalsvik - Reydarfjörđur

06.08 Reydarfjörđur - Egilsstađir

07.08 Egilsstađir

08.08 Egilsstađir - Seyđisfjörđur

09.08 Seyđisfjörđur

10.08 Going home with the ferry

 

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01.08.17

 

Except a german lady who stepped up behind my tent - and it's close to the fence - and babbled in her phone, all was quiet. I considered which nasty german words I knew but ended up clearing my throat loudly. Then she moved a bit....

I was up 6.30 to have a shower. Had even to wait. There is only one and two toilets for men. Not even a urinal. I dare not think of the reaction, if one would offer that to danish campers - in Denmark. They could learn from Dokkedal Camping here.

People are sitting equipped with hats, sweaters and coats around me. I'm in t-shirt and sandals. Normally I'm pretty sensitive to cold, but to walk 50 m to the kitchen, which is heated....

It rained last night. Started as a fine drizzle, when I went to bed. Later it was more than just a light rain. This morning the mountains are wrapped in clouds. It looks like another day in a head wind. First 1 m/s while I go SE and then 4-5 m/s when I turn to NE. I hope Veđur is wrong.

It's 9 o'clock this raw morning as I'm back on the road. Have to excuse the campers. It's 7 degr.not really a summer temperature for french and italians.

 

The tent had to dry a little
 

Luckily I have the mountains on my left because on the right it's only the big nothing. Nothing for as far as you can see. Flat and deserted.

When I get to where to road turns, I can see the sea. There's a strange flat mountain on the shore. From far away it looked like an overdimensioned hedge yesterday.

 

 
Let's not forget the most important specie   The hedge

 

When it's 10 o'clock I've done 20 km!!! Without having any head wind. A tongue from the glacier that all, until it comes. My own small icelandic miracle.

There's a lay-by but not close to the road. Also a sight: "Kviamyrarkambur". I follow the road and find the table hidden by a large rock. But bofore getting there I've already seen the tongue of the glacier farther away. There's a path winding there and after half a km up and down the deposits from the glacier, I'm at the lake infront of it.

 

Here I am in front of MY glacier

 

There is NOBODY - only silence. My very own glacier. It's magical moments only disturbed by a splash from time to time. Is it fishes? No, deposits glued together by ice make the noise when a stone ocasionally melts loose and fall into the water. No wind, but the sun peeps through. It's matchless.

 

Where are they all?
 

Just when I get back peace is broken. A car with two young men appears. Then another arrives with a couple, that immidiately walks purposeful up the path, only to get back only 5 min later swinging the camera and driving away. A gas consumer has also appeared but leaves again. I think they waited for me to leave, but I have to end my lunch and my writing - and there's plenty of space apound the table. But the car turists are not very social.

There's soon another surprise, an impressive sight. You can look directly to the top of the glacier. I never thought that. And for a long time I just go watching....

 

The sun was shining up on the glacier

 

After a long climb ther's a parking lot. What's going on here? I stop and walk the 100 m up across the hill. I've awaited this but never the less it exceeds my expectations. In spite of the great number of people it's so peaceful. These silent "icebergs" in the lake are not busy, they don't care about a subject like time. This is the lake of the icebergs, Jökulls Arlon.

Just when I return the french family appears. This is the last time we meet. For them it's the end. They'll later go back to the campsite and Reykjavik. We shake hands as goodbye.

A little further there's the bridge across the river, which leads the water from the lake to the sea. Here is the big parking lot, restaurant and all kind of offers. You can sail on the lake in vehicles from the Viet-Nam war and you name it. I just stay long enough for a cup of coffee. I can't afford the cake, but I have a Mars Bar.

Hereby the pleasures are over for the day and it's all about finding a place to sleep. My maps don't tell the truth and those I asked were right there are none.

There's a hostel i mailed this morning, but they were fully booked. But in one map there should also be a campsite, so I go for Vagnsstadir and keep my eyes and ears open.

 

 
The iceberg lake   All kind of gimics are used
 

Just when I get back peace is broken. A car with two young men appears. Then another arrives with a couple, that immidiately walks purposeful up the path, only to get back only 5 min later swinging the camera and driving away. A gas consumer has also appeared but leaves again. I think they waited for me to leave, but I have to end my lunch and my writing - and there's plenty of space apound the table. But the car turists are not very social.

There's soon another surprise, an impressive sight. You can look directly to the top of the glacier. I never thought that. And for a long time I just go watching....

After a long climb ther's a parking lot. What's going on here? I stop and walk the 100 m up across the hill. I've awaited this but never the less it exceeds my expectations. In spite of the great number of people it's so peaceful. These silent "icebergs" in the lake are not busy, they don't care about a subject like time. This is the lake of the icebergs, Jökulls Arlon.

 

 

Ice"bergs" heading for the sea

 

Just when I return the french family appears. This is the last time we meet. For them it's the end. They'll later go back to the campsite and Reykjavik. We shake hands as goodbye.

A little further there's the bridge across the river, which leads the water from the lake to the sea. Here is the big parking lot, restaurant and all kind of offers. You can sail on the lake in vehicles from the Viet-Nam war and you name it. I just stay long enough for a cup of coffee. I can't afford the cake, but I have a Mars Bar.

Hereby the pleasures are over for the day and it's all about finding a place to sleep. My maps don't tell the truth and those I asked were right there are none.

There's a hostel i mailed this morning, but they were fully booked. But in one map there should also be a campsite, so I go for Vagnsstadir and keep my eyes and ears open.

No, unfortunately. Hostel rules are clear, they can't have camping too and it's checked. But a little further ahead there's a lay by and people are often camping there for the night. Noone will complain about that, so that's the best option, she thinks.

I take a closer look. Not at the toilet and not at the table but further up behind I can put up the tent behind a rock. So that's what I do.

According to Vedur the temperature should have been up to 10 degr. today. I doubt it. It's really cold.

Now at 21.45 I'll try if I can update my blog from here in no mans land.

 

83.10 km

 


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