:: Northern Lights Travel Blog #5 ::
20 October 2014 (Monday)
Still jet-lagged, I eased myself from my light slumber,
washed up and decided to take a peek outside our cabin. The
There was a half-dozen lake nearby, which reflected the brightening skies in a
myriad of blue orange hues.
It was a short moment of peace, with me and the horse, and no one else around;
the only other movement was made by a tattered plastic sheet
which was supposed to cover a broken window of a nearby shed,
The muddy unpaved tracks encouraged us to drive over to the hall instead of
getting our shoes dirty from walking.
The buffet spread included what I have come to accept as typical Icelandic fare:
a variety of breads, hams, cornflakes, juices, cheeses, and
In addition there was a bowl of preserved herrings, soaked in a sweet pickle, and a tub of "caviar".
I squeezed this toothpaste-looking tub and out came some orangey paste,
which was probably some kind of fish roe.
and we wanted enough time to stop at certain points of interest along the way.
Just as we were about to leave, an adorable black Labrador ran towards the car,
and wanted to play. We snapped a few more photos of the cute dog, and of
the picturesque landscape, and off we went.
The waterfall was unique in the sense that we could actually walk around the fall.
It was drizzling and coupled with the spray of the waterfall,
it created a layer of moisture on the camera lens which
careful not to slip.
After the wet experience in the earlier waterfall, we decided to have a quick one at this stop
and then headed for lunch nearby. It was a magnificent waterfall nevertheless,
but as we were already running slightlylate for our snowmobile tour
we decided to quicken our pace.
We registered, got changed into a snow-proof overall, complete with thick woolen socks and boots,
and we were then driven up a rough terrain which turned from
a rocky landscape to a snow-covered one.
We eventually reached a mountain station where a dozen or more snowmobiles were parked.
Initially cautious and careful about the controls for the vehicle,
I quickly got used to it. I would not say that it was the most easy thing to drive;
due to the curves formed by the undulating layers of snow,
> located near the small Village of Vik, this was the southern-most part of the Icelandic leg.