After a day in Hella we continued on eastwards. A visit to the doctor was necessary in the next town, this time for Dom, who feared a recurring chest infection, but was given the all-clear with a prescription for menthol lollies that worked a treat.
In the meantime Tris & Dimitry hung out at the local Viking convention with lots of burly blokes clad in chainmail sporting large swords and axes, being much friendlier than one should expect from Vikings.
We then paid our respects to the Icelandic obsession with Pilsas (hot-dogs) by getting a photo outside Iceland's premier hot-dog factory with its hot-dog mascots. We´ve happily been indulging in the hot-dog dining tradition as well, as the infamous N1 service-stations that often mark the end of our cycling sessions always have a hot one ready for consumption (and very little else).
The weather was being kind and we made good time, one of our destinations, Seljalandfoss (Seljand Waterfall), eventually appearing on the horizon, seeming like some mountain dental floss in the distance. Lunch at the waterfall made us wonder whether we should laugh or cry, as a sun-hail-shower pelted us while we consumed our soggy tuna & corn sandwiches.
A beautiful evening of riding was ahead though, as four days of horrible cross-winds, rain, hail and snow made way for calm purple skies and the sun setting on our backs as we rode.
This eventually lead us to pull in at a campsite at the foot of the mighty Skogafoss waterfall for some well-deserved brocolli & cheese instant pasta cooked up on the trusty Trangia camping cooker.
Next morning we enjoyed a hike to the top of the roaring rainbow-speckled waterfall and were then off for another disciplined mid-afternoon start for our cycle to our next destination, the town of Vik. It was quite a pleasant ride if it wasnt for our 1st killer hill of the trip just before pulling into town that required 3 attempts to surmount.
In Vik, Iceland´s rainfall capital, we lapped up the uncharectaristically decent weather and took time out to walk down the black sand beach to do some Puffin (an arctic sea Tucan which are almost the very symbol of Iceland) spotting up in the cliffs.
In the meantime Tris & Dimitry hung out at the local Viking convention with lots of burly blokes clad in chainmail sporting large swords and axes, being much friendlier than one should expect from Vikings.
We then paid our respects to the Icelandic obsession with Pilsas (hot-dogs) by getting a photo outside Iceland's premier hot-dog factory with its hot-dog mascots. We´ve happily been indulging in the hot-dog dining tradition as well, as the infamous N1 service-stations that often mark the end of our cycling sessions always have a hot one ready for consumption (and very little else).
The weather was being kind and we made good time, one of our destinations, Seljalandfoss (Seljand Waterfall), eventually appearing on the horizon, seeming like some mountain dental floss in the distance. Lunch at the waterfall made us wonder whether we should laugh or cry, as a sun-hail-shower pelted us while we consumed our soggy tuna & corn sandwiches.
A beautiful evening of riding was ahead though, as four days of horrible cross-winds, rain, hail and snow made way for calm purple skies and the sun setting on our backs as we rode.
This eventually lead us to pull in at a campsite at the foot of the mighty Skogafoss waterfall for some well-deserved brocolli & cheese instant pasta cooked up on the trusty Trangia camping cooker.
Next morning we enjoyed a hike to the top of the roaring rainbow-speckled waterfall and were then off for another disciplined mid-afternoon start for our cycle to our next destination, the town of Vik. It was quite a pleasant ride if it wasnt for our 1st killer hill of the trip just before pulling into town that required 3 attempts to surmount.
In Vik, Iceland´s rainfall capital, we lapped up the uncharectaristically decent weather and took time out to walk down the black sand beach to do some Puffin (an arctic sea Tucan which are almost the very symbol of Iceland) spotting up in the cliffs.
Paying our respects at the delicious Pylsa (hot-dog) factory
Skogarfoss Waterfall
Mucking about above the waterfall
Attempting to fly instead of pedalling
Showin off our custom-made SnailsOnWheels shirts
Our bikes getting romatic above the black sands of the Vik beach
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