Mountain-Biking and Wild is the Wind

Waking up at 2pm on the 2nd day the mountain-top greeted us with some beautiful weather, but we knew that probably wouldnt last.
We proceeded to give ourselves a crash-course in mountain-biking as we propelled our heavily-laden mounts down the mountain along narrow cliff-side trails and rocky riverbeds. Luckily we emerged unscathed at the bottom.

After that it was back onto regular familiar tarmac and onto Selfoss where we finally pulled in at midnight to set up our tent in the thankfully bright Icelandic night-time glow.

The next day we saddled up and headed onto the town of Hella, although we all could´ve sword that we were heading into Hell, as punishing head-winds battered our bodies and sapped our resolve, making small slopes seem like mountains and going downhill seem like hard work.
An impromptu guitar-aided sing-along break while nestling under a rock-face though lifted our spirits.
Matters weren´t aided by a knee injury sustained by TreeSnail (Dimitry) hiking the previous day, which made going even slower. A visit to the doctor in Hella confirmed that it was a knee muscle sprain, which while painful, should hopefully not impede the Snails´ progress.

Next, onto Vik and hopefully the 1st glacier of our trip should be within our sights!

Photos up as promised!