We left our little wooden cottage this morning - travelling slightly south and east to our next two-night stop at Ásgeirsstaðir, after an afternoon's diversion to Mjóifjörður.
The drive to the fjord was long - along a gravel road (953), up over a mountain, past an abandoned WWII landing craft and then a track up to Dalatangi lighthouse (old and new).
Not a deer in sight.
Tomorrow we're going all out for the reindeer. Heading in to the highland interior, to the island's highest (freestanding*) mountain where apparently they love to hangout in summer.
We're now settled into our next wooden cottage - tummy's full of Stu's curry, rice and naan.
*What the bloody heck do they mean by 'freestanding mountain'? Are some propped up?