Refuge in Selfoss

We stopped for lunch at the Kaktus Restaurant. The cook greeted us by saying, “I’m the best cook in Selfoss; she is the cutest waitress; and you ought to eat here.” All three of these statements were true. Glenda said her hamburger was the best she had ever eaten; it was seasoned with coriander. My fish and chips were also delicious. The scenery was beautiful, stark and dreadful as we went through the lava field, black deserts and black beaches. We often stopped to take photos. We filled up with Diesel fuel at Vik, where I had to be instructed in how to use an Icelandic self-serve gas pump. There was a clothing store there featuring “ice wear.” The shop had beautiful clothing, but Glenda decided she didn’t need any more clothing at this point. Shortly after 5:00 pm the snow started again, but not nearly as hard as before. The temperature dropped below freezing, the roads iced up again, and we were losing daylight. We were the only car on the road, so I decided to go straight to the Hotel LakiLes mer