I'm starting to lose track of days now. And I had to think really hard to remember when Day 2a is going live (Co-op peeps only)...work is THAT far from my mind.
I discovered a neat trick on Wednesday - when you are caught speeding and the nice officer asks for your driving licence, just say you don't have it on you. It's in the hotel in your English-money purse hidden in your suitcase. And no, you don't have your passport either. I almost felt sorry for her. She looked so disappointed. She had wanted to write a report and as I had no documents she told me there was nothing she could do. I won't get the extortionate 'tourist' fine - I will just get a warning. With that I flashed my best sympathetic, apologetic and good girl smile. And drove off. At 70km/hr. Way below the speed limit. And I haven't broken the limit since!
Day 3: The grand day out.
We left Legoland at about 10am - got back at 1.30am the next day. Way past Stu's bedtime.
We wanted to see more of the Westfjords - this time heading to the very far west coast. To Latrabjarg bird cliffs. It was a bloody long way - again on unmade, bumpy, potholed dirt tracks.
It was another bobble hat day - but only because my hair hadn't been washed since Saturday. The weather was gorgeous. Blue skies and a top temp of 14 degrees. Tropical.
Anyway - we saw puffins.
Next stop was a cinnamon colour beach. Which to us brits is just a beach. To the Icelandic it is unusual as it isn't black sand. The local Kría (Arctic Tern) make the walk down the beach terrifying. They dive-bomb making a nasty noise with their beaks. I wasn't very brave. But at least I didn't run, waving my arms like a windmill, like some did.
The final sight for the day was Dynjandi waterfall. Better than we both expected and well worth the god-knows-how-many-miles in the opposite direction to the hotel to get there.
I kind of wished (for a second) that we had a tent with us - I could have stayed there all night.
Day 4: taking it easy
A lie-in (for me), check-out of Legoland, followed by a leisurely drive to Hvammstangi and Mörk Homestay B&B. Of course we took yet another detour. Down one of the F roads (F in this case stands for Ford crossing - lots of them).
Two BMW touring bikes set off down the tiny, unmade, rocky road before us. We caught them up at the first ford crossing. They were emptying their boots of water :).
God knows how the rest of their ride was - they never overtook us. But out of the numerous fords - that first one was a piece of cake. My personal favourite was the one where it took us a few minutes to spot the route...and where the road was on the other side of the river.
That was pretty much the highlight of today - we caught up on sleep in the early evening, before I dragged Stu out again to add a few more miles to the trip meter.
It is now 3.47am. Stu is asleep. I think the sun has come up - but I'm not sure it ever went down. It never actually got dark.