August 10: "Hope for the tire? "
In spite of getting up tired and muscle-sore, we were peppy today and made
the 71 km to Faskrudsfjördur and its rudimentary but free campsite (only
toilettes and a cold water sink for dish washing) . On the way, we were accompanied
a short bit by a German cyclist who we met again in the evening, he having
chosen the same campsite as we. The ride along the fjords was very pleasant
and with sun and tail wind we met up again with the joy of simply cycling.
The day before, the morale at half mast, we wondered why we had chosen such
a god forsaken destination to spend our holidays. Today I have greater confidence
in my tire repair and think that it will hold out until Akureyri. But two
German cyclists that we crossed during a small rain storm (with hail) announced
the existence of bicyle repair shop at Egilsstadir (150 km from here). If
ever they could have the brilliant idea of stocking our size (for the small
20" front wheel) we would be saved.
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It seems
to hold out
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Is Iceland
flat?
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The journalist
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Faskrudsfjördur
in the evening
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Hello France
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