August 6: "The lake with over 100 icebergs"
We have the impression that each day is even better than the day before. A
full day of brilliant and cloudless sunshine! Very very difficult not to be
overly trigger happy with our camera. No lack of superb scenery that we simply
could not resist capturing on the memory card of our digital camera: more
glaicier tongues at each turn of the road and at the end of 58 km, an unforgettable
and spectacular spectacle, Lake Jokulsarlon with it's countless small icebergs,
its amphibious truck trundling orange tourists (the colour of their life jackets)
and the immense glacier in the background, mother of all these splendid offspring.
We had the choice of pitching our tent here in the wilderness in the chilly
proximity of these big icecubes or continue. We chose the latter option to
discover 22 more km of breathtaking landscapes (including a group of icelandic
horses grazing beside the the meanders of a river and the emerald sea behind).
The Hrollaugsstadir
campsite is just perfect: a field slightly smaller than a soccer pitch all
to our own (it is only the next morning that we discover another tent on "our"
field), a very clean kitchen for making our meals occupied by a young and
charming Swiss couple who offered us fresh salad as an appetizer, showers
at will, and coffee in the same style (at will). Yesterday evening after our
70 km ride, we were exhausted but nevertheless found courage enough to walk
1¼ hours to see the Svartifoss falls. In the morning, I had been worried
about today's headway knowing that we had 80 km to cover with the impression
that fatigue was gradually building up. What a happy surprise to find ourselves
so energetic and much less tired in spite of so many kms.
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Glacier
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tongues
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Ice sculpture
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Jokulsarlon
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Amphibious
truck...
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...carrying
tourists on the lake
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Wooden bridge
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Farme
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Sweater
in the making
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Camping
at Hrollaugsstadir
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