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Jökulsárlón in the island's south-eastern part |
It hasn't been easy - flights don't wait for specific persons. I left Erlangen too late aleady, due to a delay of trains caused by track maintenance. Bla bla! My scheduled reserve time of 1 hour was gone before I entered any train. In Erfurt, I left the train behind, took the car to rush to Berlin. Unexpectedly, without traffic jams or delays. After having the car parked on a P&R just to tram stops from the airport, the journey could begin, with one of the last flights at that day, at 11 pm.
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Sunset near the Seljalandsfossen |
Antje and me had approached the airport at approx. 1 am. We just slept a bit, not pretty comfortably seated in one of those plastic chairs in front the airport restaurant which was also used to
get the first Iceland meal - they served fresh & hot paninis. The funny thing was
that the car rental company were already awaiting us right after arrival. We
preferred to wait and made them come again to pick us up the next morning, as
agreed. A bit inconvenient for both sides, but ok ;) We headed to Reykjavik
pretty early, even before something was going on in the city. Shops closed,
restaurants and cafes closed, streets empty - all in all: not much to do or to
see. Sleepy city, at least on a Friday morning. We went shopping as a next step,
buying stuff the the whole upcoming week. Further we go, reaching the Pingvellir
Nationalpark within less than one hour. Impressing landscape already, just a
stone's throw away from the capital. Long-time erosions formed gorges and
canyons. We followed the street on the "Golden Circle" and had a little stop at
Strokkur Geysir (which erupts every 5-8 minutes to a hight of some 30 metres)
and Gullfoss. Impressive, but it should come better: We found our first night
camp right next to Seljalandsfoss - a waterfall which you can walk round
completely.
The next morning, we
had breakfast somewhere on the field, surrounded by plateau mountains. Three
sheep (apparently, Iceland sheep are always gathered together in groups of
three) joined us. Strengthened, we had a little hiking tour on and around the
Dyrholaey cliffs where a few hundred puffins were surpisingly still nesting. I
could have spent hours there, but time was ticking and we needed to go on
towards Skaftafell Nationalpark and, the next day, to Jökulsarlon. I don't know
what to rank highest, but this spot is definitely somewhere pretty much on top.
The glacier was reaching the ocean some 50 years ago. Nowadays, it has been
decreasing and leaving a lagoon behind. From time to time, ice blocks
are breaking off the glacier itself, cracking in the warmer water and drifting
by slowly.
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Yawning puffin sitting on cliff edge |
Following the ring
street, we were led through the stoney desert. No flowers, no trees, no animals,
just wind, mountains, sand and stones. Harsh weather conditions made us look for
a camp site soon, but it was hard to find one. When the sun was already setting,
we bumped into one near some kind of horse range. From there, the Dettifoss
(another of those waterfall monsters) could be reached easily. Every now and
then, a bus drops a few Chinese tourists which are gone again as quick as they
appeared. And in between, we had some good chances to get close to the fenceless
edges of the waterfall. Sometimes a bit too close... Next stop was Husavik, a
fishermen's village which is now famous for the humpback whale watching tours.
50 Euros each, and you're in. And it was worth it, we saw a few, coming up
several times before diving deep again. Absolutely great.
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Having dinner on the camping site |
Myvatn and the
geothermal activities around were stunning. Antje and me took a bath in one of
the warm bubbling lakes although the sulphuric smell was disgusting. And
volcanos everywhere. Some we climbed, non-active ones of course, I hope. After a
short stop by the highest waterfall, Glymur, we closed our round trip in
Reykjavik and were heading back home. Perfect week for getting a first
impression, but we'll coming back for sure to have a closer look on the inner
part of the country.
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Creek photographed at around midnight |