08.08.17
A quiet night for once. A German was babbling last night somewhere nearby, but luckily I fell asleep.
Was up at 6.30 and at 9 am I packed the tent after a last coffee and a little charge of the phone. Staff will attend team building and / or pleasure trip to Seyðisfjörður and sail in kayak, so maybe I will see them later today.
It is truly an exceptional place according to Icelandic conditions. It is the city that owns the land and the buildings, which is then rented to a company that drives it. Facilities are limited, but no more than other places, and there are only Icelandic employees.
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| This is where I have to turn |
I take the first break at the parking lot by the waterfall. A bicycle pops up without luggage and I ask if he has seen the waterfall? Yes of course, many times. I'm local you know. Really? and then we have a chat. His daughter will be completed as a nurse in Aalborg next year. He is going to visit her after Christmas. He usually drives to the top, but now it's the first time in a couple of months, so he turns over here.
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| Goodbye Egilsstaðir |
But I'm moving on to the top. Keeps 2 breaks more. Every time it's just about getting the bike jacket on, because the wind is cold. Up on Fjaðarheiði it should be 8 gr. And there can be no more here.
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| I suddenly noticed my own shadow |
I often have to be surprised by my legs. When they have to, they can. There is never any rubbish. The psyche can have it hard, but never the legs.
Unfortunately, there is more and more headwinds, and in the pass it will stay that way until I get to where the decent starts, there is a parking where I have lunch.
Someone comes one and asks for the bike and the trip. He turns out to be Hungarian, there are not so many of them. Always cycling for work.
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| Hello again Seyðisfjörður |
It is with the brake completely drawn that I carefully list down. I swing a bit when I'm going to brake down with the front brake alone, so it's with the brake pulled all the way.
At some point the wind is getting a little warmer.
Now I sit at my "own table" next to the tent and let me warm from the sun. Of course I've got myself next to the Germans. I'd otherwise forgotten about them, but we must obviously be neighbors every time. Now it's the fourth time.
28.35 km
The flag was at half at the the church and after a while the clock clearly reveals that the funeral is over. When I have seen the funeral, leave the church, I go for a round in the city, it is not big.
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| The church from outside... | ...and from inside |
Later to see the church. Very stylish and simple. Not for nothing "The Blue Church", where there is a concert tomorrow. As I get out, the priest returns with the undertaker in the hearse - which is white.
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| Icelandic hearse |
Then I'm driving along the fjord, the asphalt stops quickly. I'm not driving all the way. Thinking that the last part is worse, because there is no more housing
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| Don't know what kind of plant it is |
When I get back, I'm exhausted.
42.34 km