Back to Reykjavik

We had a rushed and rather unpleasant drive around the Snaefellsnes Peninsula to finish off our Iceland road trip.

This was a pity, because the scenery was outstanding on this very westerly outcrop of land. But it was eight degrees and the icy wind - strong enough to make it very hard to open the car doors (or dangerously easy, in the other direction) - brought the “seems like” temperature down to about two. So it wasn’t a day for a relaxing stroll admiring the vistas along the coast.

So we looked in at Hellissandur, Iceland’s self-proclaimed street art capital. Who thought a mural about Iceland’s most famous serial killer was a good idea?

We did stop at a couple of viewpoints along the way, stagger out to the shoreline and take a few photos. Of the puffins said to inhabit the area, we saw none; they were much too smart to be out in that sort of weather.

So our drive finished with a long, tedious drive back to Reykjavik, trying to control cars buffetted by the wind and finally trying to find our hotel in the surprisingly heavy late afternoon traffic.

Soon enough, we were in a Mexican Restaurant, drinking some beers and reminiscing about the week we had just spent together. With Gary and Jan leaving for Belgium the following day that would leave just six to carry on the the next part of the journey, back in Norway.Leer más