Time to chill

Gosh, it feels like a bit of a mission writing this blog! Probably because I don't realise how much I want to tell you, until I sit down and start typing away! Just think if we were sitting and talking over a cup of tea, we'd have easily worked our way through a packet of dark chocolate McVites by now. Mmm McVites!
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Derrrrr, where were we? Oh yes on Flatey. On Saturday.

I had been toying with staying on Flatey Saturday evening but decided that after 6 hours chilling out I was more than ready to get going again. So after a pretty uneventful journey on the ferry (well apart from listening in to a bunch of Americans talking about their grandkids antics and trying not to laugh), I picked up the bus at Brjánslaekur.

Considering it's just a jetty and one small cafe, its a good thing I wasn't having to wait until Monday for the bus. It ended up being just me, the driver (Gunnar) and a german tour guide who was off visiting friends. The scenery is some of the most barren and most weirdly compelling I've seen in ages. Especially considering that the road was just a dirt track up and down, and around the fjords.

There were times when I was having serious stomach churning giggles at how close to the steep side of the mountains we were coming. Obviously Gunnar is really used to it and drives with ease, but I know I'd be crawling around it like some old lady in a buggy if I'd been behind the wheel. I did manage to grab a couple of shots from the window though.

Gunnar was really lovely too and took us to Dynjandi, a majorly impressive waterfall that goes over a 100m high cliff before breaking into 5 small waterfalls. It's at the head of a beautiful fjord.

Seriously noisy and full of flies though. There's a campsite at the bottom if you're a heavy sleeper...

After dropping the German guy off we ended up in Isafjórdur at about 9pm and I was planning on getting a hostel for a good shower and sleep, however they were all closed and didn't open until the start of the season (the following day), thinking that I'd just use the tent again I told Gunnar not to worry (he was ringing around trying to find me somewhere, how sweet is that) and I'd go to the campsite. At which point Gunnar decided that this wasn't good enough and took me home (DON'T PANIC!) where his wife let me use the shower and they decided that I would stay with their granddaughter in a house down the road until at least Sunday.

So to cut an (increasingly) long story short, I've been staying here

since Saturday night with Hildur and her cousin Haukur. It's an awesome house, built by Hildur's great Grandad some time in the 1890's! They've also got that perfect kitchen 'green' that's so hard to find these days. They're totally cool people and have been fab to get to know. Hildur's actually off to London in a month or two to be with her mum. Haukur works for a local adventure company and is well traveled, he's an interesting guy to chat to. I don't think I could have met two nicer people if I'd tried!

I haven't been doing much since then, just a bit of walking and mooching around the village, it's a beautiful place and because the mountains are so high it actually gets a little dusky here after the sun goes behind them. In the winter the sun doesn't make it past the mountains for about 4 months!

Anyway, feast your eyes on yet more pictures, this time from Isafjórdur.

Incidentally, there are tonnes of sculpture pieces all over Iceland, I think they're pretty cool.

this one is more of a rememberance for the fisherman

never could resist a purty flower!

So tomorrow I'm going to be back on the bus again heading for Akureyri and a meet up with Inga and Einar to work on the farm. I'll be there on Friday, in between it might be a bit sketchy on the old interweb connections but I'll update you as soon as I can!

Right off to cook dinner. Hope you're all ok
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