We made it to Djupavik

It was a four hour drive to our hotel from the airport. We stopped an hour out at what I can only describe as islandic trunk stop. Cold, rainy and windy...Les and I shared a hamburger. Then we drove through the country side heading north...lots of foss or waterfalls and mountains with fresh snow. The last hour was on a narrow, gravel road with lots of potholes. This road hugged the hills/cliffs along the fjord and coast . They really didn’t slow down so it was an exciting ride. But the place is worth the ride, lovely room, great food, and two dogs to pet. Only trouble is there is no decaf coffee...I am a little jittery. The hotel was built as the rooming house for women working in the fish factory, next door in the 1930’s. The stairs to our room are steep and narrow, Les and I are little afraid of them. We are in bed now with the sound of rain and sleet on the window at our head. Very cozy.Read more