Eurotrip 2007

June - October 2007
Traveling through Iceland, the Faroe Islands, Ireland and the UK. Read more
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  • Day 6

    Viðey Island

    June 6, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 12 °C

    Viðey (Wood) Island is a small but potent historical site only 1km northeast of Reykjavik, just clear of Sundahöfn. In 1225 a wealthy Augustinian monastery was founded here; it kept the coffers full by imposing a cheese tax on a massive area of land round about. During the 16th-century Reformation, the monastery was sacked by Danish Lutherans and all its riches taken. Incensed by this cultural and religious outrage, Iceland’s last Catholic bishop, Jón Arason, made a stand. He seized the island in 1550 and built the fort Virkið to protect it, but he was captured and then beheaded in November that year.
    The summer-only Viðey ferry took a mere seven minutes to skip across to the island from Reykjavík. Ron caught the 1pm one, and walked around the island until 4, getting quite wet while doing so. The whole island is crisscrossed with walking paths. A good map at the harbour shows which paths are which. The whole island is great for birds (30 species breed here). The return fare was Ikr 750. He explored the remains of Virkið and the weathered schoolhouse, all that's left of an old Village called Sundbakki on the island's southern tip. The island is also the site of Iceland's oldest original building, Viðeyjarstofa, built from basalt and sandstone in 1755 (and rebuilt after a fire in 1764) to be the residence and weaving shed of local sheriff Skúli Magnússon (1711-94), the founder of the modern city of Reykjavík. It’s now a pub. Twenty years later saw the consecration of Iceland's second-oldest church, which still has its original interior fittings. Here, life slows right down – the only sounds are the wind, the waves, and golden bumblebees buzzing among the tufted vetch and hawkweed.
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  • Day 6

    Humarhúsið restaurant

    June 6, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 10 °C

    Back at Sundahöfn, Ron got a taxi to the Humarhúsið restaurant for supper. Understated and bright, this art-deco bistro was justly celebrated for its succulent shellfish, langoustine and lobster. The house was built in 1838 and its original look has been preserved, which provided the restaurant with its distinctive character. The building was bountiful in history from its timber floors to its centuries-old walls. Although crustaceans featured in most dishes, Ron got a large bleikja og stökkt lamb með fetaosti, eplum og sítrónusírópi, or “Arctic char and crispy lamb with feta cheese, apples and citrus syrup“ at an expensive Ikr 2790. It was different from anything he’d had before.Read more

  • Day 7

    National Museum of Iceland

    June 7, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 9 °C

    Ron first got a taxi to Tjörnin’s western edge, and a bit beyond, to his next destination: the National Museum (Þjóðminjasafn Íslands; Ikr600), which had many artifacts from Icelandic and Norse history. This superb museum displays artifacts from Settlement to the modern age. Exhibits give an excellent overview of Iceland’s history and culture. The strongest section described the Settlement Era – including how the chieftains ruled and the introduction of Christianity – and features swords, drinking horns, silver hoards and a powerful little bronze figure of Thor. The priceless 13th-century Valþjófsstaðir church door was carved with the story of a knight, his faithful lion and a passel of dragons. It featured a battle scene.
    Upstairs, Ron saw collections spanning from 1600 to today which gave a clear sense of how Iceland struggled under foreign rule and finally gained independence. Simple, homely objects utilized every scrap; he checked out the gaming pieces made from cod ear bones, and the wooden doll that doubled as a kitchen utensil.
    Free English tours ran at 11am on Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays from mid-May to September, so he was out of luck, since it was Tuesday. Nonetheless, most things were explained in English as well as Icelandic. He enjoyed his visit.
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  • Day 7

    Árbæjarsafn

    June 7, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 10 °C

    After exploring the museum, he had to hit Árbæjarsafn, a site that closed at 5pm. Ron walked for 15 minutes in the drizzle and light wind to the Lækjartorg Bus Terminal, across the street from the government offices, and got bus 12 (Ikr 250) to that site, 4km east of the city centre.
    Established in 1957, Árbæjarsafn (Árbær Museum) was an open-air museum featuring buildings from 19th century Reykjavík. Alongside the 19th-century homes Ron saw a turf-roofed church, and various stables, smithies, barns and boathouses - all very picturesque. At the museum there were several buildings that were insulated with turf on the roof. One was for keeping livestock, another a blacksmith's house, and another a larger house with sleeping accommodation upstairs. The employees walked around in traditional Icelandic clothing and let Ron take their picture. He ate an early supper here as well. It took about 3 hours to wander around the site and he didn’t see it all.
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  • Day 7

    Old Whaling Ships

    June 7, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 11 °C

    Afterwards, he took a taxi back through the old town and past it to Hvalstöðin Whale-Watching Centre on the old harbour at Faxaflói Bay. Good thing he had a cell and the BSR taxi number entered! Taxi fares were quite high despite the small size of the city, usually Ikr 520-1000. He was glad he wasn’t driving himself, as the capital’s drivers were often inconsiderate, Ron noticed, with people yattering into mobile phones (illegal, in case you’re wondering), drifting across lanes or cutting corners at junctions.
    At the harbour were rusting old whaling ships, moored directly opposite the whale-watching companies. Hvalur 6, 7, 8 and 9 were their names. Ladders and gangplanks enabled Ron to climb aboard for a closer look. Iceland was taking heat internationally for its whaling activities. Ron took this moment to dip his bare feet into the Faxaflói Bay, a chilly experience.
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  • Day 7

    Elding Whale Watching

    June 7, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 11 °C

    He got on the 5pm whale-watching boat owned by Elding Whale Watching. This trip out to sea lasted three hours and cost Ikr 7600. There were others on board for the trip, he bid them Halló or Gott kvöld (Good evening). The tour used a quiet oak-hulled boat to minimise disruption so they could get astonishingly close. They all saw white-beaked dolphins, humpback whales, harbour porpoises and minkes, which often came right up to the boat. He also got stunning views of the peak Esja, across the fjord in southwest Iceland. It rises to 914 m.Read more

  • Day 8

    BSÍ bus Terminal

    June 8, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 10 °C

    Then it was time to visit the Golden Circle – Geysir, Gullfoss and Þingvellir National Park. This tour could be done in a day. Ron had to get up early to be at the BSÍ bus station by 8:30 am to catch the bus for a guided tour. He barely had time for breakfast. He could actually see the sun for a while before it was covered again with thick clouds.Read more

  • Day 8

    Eden greenhouse in Hveragerði

    June 8, 2007 in Iceland ⋅ 12 °C

    First it was off to a tomato hot house, the greenhouse Eden in small Hveragerði, to see how Iceland can produce foods under glass. It was Iceland’s nearest thing to a tourist trap, and all passing tour groups were shepherded through its doors. Having said that, there were worse places designed to separate fools and money. Bananas and papayas added a touch of the tropics, there’s an enormous postcard selection; and it sells Hveragerði’s famous Kjörís ice cream, made just round the corner.
    Ron had some tomato soup (tómat súpa) for 1000 Ikr! Ron didn’t know how this guy got the contract for the tour busses to stop here, but he was making a killing on tomato soup at $9 US for a cup. Granted, it was excellent soup, and Ron got it himself, but really, Ikr 1000? He had a gift shop as well. This guy was one smart dude. That soup was the best tomato soup Ron had ever had, made with freshly picked tomatoes, but the price left him crying in his soup. He did like that the farmer had a water closet (bathroom) that he let the tourists use.
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