Got myself in a slight flap on Thursday night – checking the prices of upcoming hotels and one seemed to have increased over £80 since I booked in February. And I can’t cancel or change that particular booking.
However – it seems out of all the reservations I made that is the only one that was paid for at the time of booking (you would have thought I would have spotted it on the credit card bill) meaning that I got the original deal – when the pound was a little healthier. Phew.
Every penny counts at the moment. Literally. We somehow paid £15.30 for two slices of cake in the first week.
We woke at 10am this morning - unheard of for Stu. But last night was the first night with a blackout blind (I didn’t wake at 3.30 thinking it is time to get up and Stu slept through his 8.55 tablet alarm).
We’re staying in the middle of nowhere at the moment – Siresksstadir, Vopnafjördur. A wooden cottage with a hot-pot (as they call them here) and surrounded by fields and mountains. Apart from the birds screaming in the early hours it is silent.
We’re right at the start of the reindeer territory – so, this morning, we set off to find them.
We saw sheep, cows, every type of bird and horses. No deer.
Of course Iceland is teeming with puffin at this time of year. And we haven’t spotted one since our marathon drive out to the west fjords and the bird cliffs.
That is until today - another marathon drive through some stunning scenery and a variety of temperatures (11C high / 2C low) to the town of Borgarfjördur and puffin hill at Hafnarhólmi. It is bloody teeming with puffins.
They’re like miniature penguins the way they waddle.
A great day. Again.