Day 36 Breiđdalsvik - Reyđarfjörđur



Route maps etc.

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







It's foggy this morning, but here at. 8, it's already mostly gone.

But at 9 o'clock when I leave it is back - the fog. At one point I can see a sandy beach down to the right, but the road rises and rises and the visibility is poor. Ironically, there are two viewpoints, one with billboards that tells about algerian pirates who came to Breiđdalur in 1627.

Now I can spot the foam on the waves down the beach.


When it was still possible to see

As I get around the corner and into a new fjord, I'm driving magically out of the fog. The whole fjord is exposed, but on the north side the clouds almost reaches the sea. It's so quiet here. A faint sound of waves against rocks.

Iceland is definitely the country of the birds, especially here to the east. Birds, sheep and horses. The Icelanders first enter the fourth place.

I can see the road wave ahead like the other days. Midway on the other side is a town, Stöđvarfjörđur.


The town on the other side


Quite surprisingly, I encounter Petra's stone collection. I have read about it, but forgot it again. But here it is: Petra's famous stone collection. Yet another of the strong women that I have the impression there are many of in Iceland. One who went her own ways. I have to see it. Also because there is not much happening during the day. One could probably have found all these stones at the Geological Museum, but the fact that one person has collected them for 80 years is interesting. Petra died in 2012, but the family now drives the place. It is one of her great grandchildren who is in the ticket office. Almost everything is gathered locally. Before 1960 there was only a gravel road to the city.


There were stones outside...   ...and inside


The coffee lady is not direct descendant, but her husband is. I use the opportunity to learn something about Iceland. You pay for doctor visits and hospitalization (first day). Here it's the doctor who visits the city on a regular basis


Petra's own favourite

There is also to be paid for room and food if you go to "mentaskola" - high school - far from home. And you often have to. She thinks it should be like in Denmark. Has a sister in Hanstholm.

While I have had this lovely break with cappucino and homemade cookies, the sun has arrived !!!

While the sun was shining   The engineer was there too


When I get to the next fjord, there is a road construction and surprisingly, the trucks are on Danish plates. "Munck Asphalt" it says. You are not sending 4 cars to Iceland to make one road work. They are probably fixed stationed. Maybe it's not the Icelanders themselves who constructed the Ring Road?

The sun is shining, but before I've found a place to eat it's gone away. There is nowhere to sit, so I crawl for the cold wind behind a cairn. The wind is cold, but it's for once in the back. All the way until the tunnel begins, it's like a good friend.


The tunnel was a friend too   One can understand they made a tunnel

The tunnel, which saves me 33 km around the bend, is 5.9 km. It rises slightly in the first half and decreases correspondingly to the other. It neither rains nor blows. They should have some more of them.

The wind in the back continues until the end of the new fjord, but then there is a headwind for the last 2 km to Reyđarfjörđur.

As I drive into the campground, I meet the Germans from Reykjavik and Vik. There is a space next to them, they say, and so we become neighbors for the third time.

The kitchen here is very small. I had to sit outside and write on the computer, and now my fingers are stiff frozen. There was also a slight drizzle, but I managed. On the other hand there is shower included, and according to the price table, it costs only 650 SEK for pensioners.

Now I've got space for my computer standing in one end of the kitchen table, so now I'm uploading.


68.60 km