03.09.17
I tried to switch on the TV here in the living room yesterday, hoping to hear icelandic. There were two channels. One showed a new danish film - with subtitles. The other an american one - also with subtitles. Then I switched it off.
I have to eat some bread with cheese before i take off. I ended sleeping at 5.45 and had breakfast at 6.15, so now I'm hungry again.
I wait until 9 o'clock when Nettó opens. Must have some last items, I don't know where I'll end up. It's too short to the first camping - and too far to the next.
I arrive at the tunnel, my first icelandic tunnel. Only a little more than 1 km, but it's a climb from this side, but it's lit-up and with space to the right side of the road - even not asphalted.
Two cyclists come racing from the other side with lights. I have only switched on my backlight and checked it's not covered.
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| An icelandic tunnel |
Just having passed through I meet another cyclist, who turns out to be a girl. One more solo female cyclist. The girls are showing off here in Iceland. She stayed at Stafafell, the first campsite.
I pass it shortly after, it won't be here not so soon.
The rear brake is making more trouble than before. I assume it's the temperature. The cable, which is more than 1 m, withdraws in the cold. And I cannot loosen the cable more. At the end I turn the brake off. I don't think the tread will be easier, but now the sound is gone...
When I get to the corner, Hvalnes, the wind starts.
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| A tired old man |
The next part along the coast the road winds up and down with beautiful sights, and not long after I reach the toilet from the map. It's not going to be here either. It's not even 15 o'clock and I've decided to go all the way to Djupivogur, which is a small town. Even it's just over 100 km.
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| Up and down and .... |
Meet with new cyclists. As expected they've stayed the night in Djupivogur. Shower is 300 is.kr. but there's a fine kitchen and not so many people.
I'm eating the road little by little, 70 km, 80 km....
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| Hundreds of swans - didn't want to be photographed all of them |
There's a layby with a car on danish plates. Two ladies are laying the table. I go and ask if they mind me sitting there too? They ask if I'd like coffee?
Thet was exactly what I thought I would NOT have today. No towns, no gas stations, no nothing except the nature. Their matches have got moist with spirits - it's an old Trangia cooker - so my lighter once more does the job.
And we have a cosy time eting rye bread with the Laughing Cow and my Oreo bisquits. They've arrived with the ferry this morning. It's just a break like thois I need.
Now I only miss going to the end of the fjord and out again, but it's probably 20 km. And it winds up and down, like those I met said it would. The last part not as bad as the first.
At last. I only feel the exhaustion when I drive into Djupivogur. There's a supermarket, and I have to have coffee and a muffin as the first.
At 18.55 the tent is standing.
108,65 km