Rainer and I were on the way to Iceland. The mere name Iceland inspired.
First we cycled inland. More precisely to Pingvellir.
Pingvellir is a very historic place. A lot of history happened here. In addition it is a meeting point of two tectonic plates.
Because of the tectonic plate shift the soil in Iceland is very active.
There are, for example, many geysers. Such as the Strokkur.
He is still very active. Unlike its neighbor, the geyser "Geyser". Yes, the name "Geyser" comes from this geyser. But it only erupts once every two years.
At other places it bubbles vigorously or even smoke.
It is tempting to warm up your hands in the hot water. But probably not a good idea.
One of the great waterfalls is Gullfoss. Even in the numbers of tourists. And that means something in Iceland. There are not so many of them.
Fording is part of the fun cycling through Iceland. Here the water temperature was still OK. That should change later on.
You do not meet so many people or animals in the highlands. But if they do, it's always a pleasant surprise.
On the way to the highlands. Slowly the weather is turning ugly.
Actually it was more of a coincidence that we have come to Haifoss. The Haifoss is not nearly as well known as the Gullfoss.
Although I find Haifoss better. On the one hand there are hardly any tourists.
On the other hand it is higher and more condensed.
For two days the wind turned into a Hurricane. It was so stormy that we weren’t able to put up the tent. So we had to spend the night in a rain pipe.
The next day it was stormy again. It had started just after Gullfoss. And with the storm the sign is not really fun. But we hadn’t had a chance. So tighten the jackets and off we went.
Despite the storm, or should I rather say hurricane, the landscape rewarded us.
It was still far to windy to put up the tent.
For several days we had full headwind. Slowly but surely, it went to our substance.
Once we crossed from one to another continental plate. In this case from America to Europe.
Although the scenery makes up for much the headwind has really demotivating.
We went on the Sprengisandur.
The Sprengisandur leads straight across the island and through the middle of the highlands. And like everywhere else in Iceland plenty of volcanoes are around you.
The storm was still ongoing. Luckily we found a deep valley, so we could put up the tent this time.
After a noisy night in the tent the next morning was looking much better.
Whenever there is water (in the highlands it does not appear as often as you might think) it was colourful. Everywhere flowers.
Still, we were on our way on the Sprengisandur to Nyidalur.
We were glad that the hurricane finally turned into a storm.
It started to snow heavily.
Suddenly everything was covered in white. But of course this has a good side too. The mountains looked gorgeous with the peaks.
It did not take long and even the water was frozen.
After 1 1/2 days off we set off north via the Sprengisandur.
The storm had now diminished a bit. We even had some blue sky. And that happens not too often in the highlands of Iceland.
Now it was not far anymore. Tomorrow we should be at the sea.
I was lucky and had not a single flat tire. Rainer was not so lucky. At the end the two tubes were covered with many patches. How many? No idea. Rainer had eventually stopped counting.
It was almost midsummer when we were in Husavik. We were very lucky as there was a folk festival in town. They set up some food and drink stalls. It was a long, long night.
One of the attractions in Husavik are the whales. An attraction I did not want to miss.
The mountain illustrates the proportions.
What a picture perfect take off.
The port of Husavik. Husavik is one of the largest cities on the north coast.
There is still a steep stretch of coastline on which can run directly on the edge.
Next we went to Vesturdalur.
What a bizarre area around Charles og Kerling.
The Karl og Kerling is like from another world.
The Hljóðaklettar is just as bizarre.
Even an Icelander freeze with respect due to the force of the waterfall Dettifoss. Gigantic mass of water drops over the edge every second.
First had respect for the Myvatn lake. He is known for its mosquito.
Hverir is another sites which excels in variety of colours. And besides the colour bubbles and steams it anywhere.
Krafla and plays in the same league as Hverir.
The area around Krafla is very active. Therefore, there is also a large geothermal power station.
And then we went on the north coast before heading down into the highlands again. There we heard about Kerlingarfjoll. The area is very colourful again. Just a pity that the weather is not that good. The colours are shining much nicer when they are illuminated by the sun. But every now and then we had luck and it the colour was even more intense.