It's July and our current hosts are worried that summer is over already. In other words - the weather is the same here as at home.
Stu reminds me every few seconds that it is nearly my birthday - just two more sleeps.
On the subject of sleep - lambs don't appear to need any. They are far too nosy. And their mum's are just plain stupid. If they're on the road ahead of the car - they just run...hell for leather in a straight line. On the road. Then stop. Then look round. Then leg it all over again. After about ten minutes they cotton on and go on the grass.
After one night at Mörk Homestay we set off further to the North East - in the direction of Akureyri (with its heart-shaped traffic lights).
We stopped off at some turf houses en route. But as we're saving pennies we didn't venture in. But I did take a peek. Pretty impressive. I thought they would have mud walls with worms sticking out - but what I saw through the window was far more liveable in.
As we were a little too early to check-in at our next stop (Hjalteyri Hotel) we took a ferry over to one of the islands - Hrísey - as the guidebooks promised hundreds of Ptarmigan roaming the streets (yep...we didn't spot one). Two hours later, 3000isk lighter, we were back on the mainland.
Hjalteryri hotel is pretty nice. With a great view over the fjord. I would have liked to book the penthouse apartment but, apart from the fact is was ridiculously expensive, it was already taken by a german man with BIG hair and his lady friend who wears white (its muddy here).
We drove down to Goðafoss (waterfall of the God) this morning before setting off on 'the road to nowhere'*.
*It was a road to somewhere - but we never got there. We almost did - after two hours of crossing rivers etc. Then we were beaten by a beast of a ford. Stu waded in to check it out. The water was up over his knees. Which was some way up the door of the Kuga. So we headed back. For two hours. Through several thousand river crossings.
Then we watched whales in the fjord.
Remember...just two more sleeps...