If this were a water related charity drive we would have definitely filled our quota by now. We've seen lakes, glaciers, glacial lakes, rivers, the Arctic Sea & Atlantic Ocean, snow, hail, rain and waterfalls a plenty. Apart from the main waterfalls at tourist destinations, you can find them strewn through so many hillsides across the country. It's often been hard to fathom how such a volume of water can be constantly pumped down from what are often relatively small hills. Our cycle down into Seyðisfjörður was the most spectacular example of this, with waterfall ribbons creeping down the mountainsides around us in silvery slivers to help frame the nestled fjörd town below.
Speaking of water, if you turn on the a tap here the cold water is absolutely delicious. It tastes fresh and completely untainted, not surprising considering its probable glacial source. Meanwhile, the hot tap fires out a seemingly endless supply of geothermal salvation. It's been much appreciated on the road and we quickly adjusted to the sulphurous (eggy, farty) stench that comes with it...a stench that we now draw much comfort from, as strange as that might seem.
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