It was a bit murky this morning. Luckily Iceland still looks amazing in the murk and it had cleared up to some wonderful sunshine by the time we were on our way. We had decided to drive around to Grundarfjörður (on the north shore of the Snaefellsnes Peninsular) and to stop on the way where it looked good.
It was a icy on the roads but the mountains looked amazing covered in fresh powder with blue skies behind them.
Our main challenge on the day was working out how to fuel up the car (in the UK we are not used to using a card at the pump). We stopped in the pretty town of Stykkisholmur. In our original plan we were going to head over to the Westfjords on the ferry from here, however, the weather was going to get a lot worse the next day and we HAD to make it back to Reykjavik.
Stykkisholmur itself looked wonderful in the sunshine, especially from the little hill on the far side of the harbour where we could see Flatey (an island) and the Westfjords themselves. There was also a very cute little lighthouse. You don’t necessarily see it from the pictures but it was about 1 or 2 degrees C and really cold.
We had lunch here (the seafood is usually very reliable in Iceland and the soup particularly so) but were disappointed to find the Volcano Museum shut. There was some debate about whether to try the local swimming pool that had been recommended but as our Airbnb was supposed to have a hot tub, we passed on it this time.
We then headed out of town, west towards Grundarfjörður admiring the majestic mountains. Over the last few days we’ve frequently passed little side roads but generally just ignored them. This time Gil asked me to stop (it was my turn at the wheel) and suggested that we investigate. I’m glad that we did as the road (more a track) took us up into the foothills and some snow patches.
Despite my worries about injuring my already dodgy knee I climbed a couple of the small hills in the valley. Even the small hill was steep and slippery but the views were terrific and well worth it. It was hard to think how this day was going to get better. But it did.
The Airbnb that we stayed in had a hot tub that looks out of the magnificent Kirkjufell. As soon as we could we broke open the wine, got in and essentially had a bath with a view. Honestly one of the more surreal experiences of my life. Iceland really feels like a magical place. I can almost believe in the elves and trolls too. Almost.
On our last day we took a very leisurely route back to the Keflavik area taking in a few extra sights.
We had booked a final Airbnb in Vogar near the airport. It turned out to be a lovely little house and Iceland even gave us a beautiful sunset as a last goodbye. I’ll be honest, I was hoping for some northern lights as we were in a good spot for it, however, we weren’t that lucky.
We only had a few days for an excursion but (with some luck from the weather) we’d managed to have a brilliant and memorable trip. Huge thanks to Gil and Nicola for being superb travel companions.