Rain and closed cafe in Ólafsfjörður.
That means we have to wait with breakfast until the bakery in Siglifjörður.
It‘s filled with tourists and two old local men. Chocolate buns have a decent
layer of chocolate.
As the previous time when I was here, we also this time escape to the herring museum from the rain. Herring was the big adventure of North and East Iceland. Started by Norwegians, many big factories were built and people came to the small villages in thousands during the season. Within a couple of decades man had won nature, the herring was all caught and people could move elsewhere.
Weather has not got any better so we drive to Hofsós for a warm bath. There are cool basalt columns that line the shore by the pool. The hot tube is full of merry young foreigners who leave soon for everyone else‘s relief. The big pool is a bit cooler and continues straight into the ocean. Or so it seems at least. The restaurant in the village opens on Mondays only for dinner so we continue to Glaumbær where we have only 40 minutes to see the turf houses. This was a well-off household here but the people were tiny.
Last stop today in Blönduós for accommodation. There‘s also a in-house restaurant that saves us the trouble of walking through the sunny village. On the off-side is a noisy TV and blinking lights.
Lovely purple sunset behind the house. We spot a small church and find out that there lives a man who makes art, music and poems, weaves and tells you your fortune. The bathroom is in the tower.
As the previous time when I was here, we also this time escape to the herring museum from the rain. Herring was the big adventure of North and East Iceland. Started by Norwegians, many big factories were built and people came to the small villages in thousands during the season. Within a couple of decades man had won nature, the herring was all caught and people could move elsewhere.
Weather has not got any better so we drive to Hofsós for a warm bath. There are cool basalt columns that line the shore by the pool. The hot tube is full of merry young foreigners who leave soon for everyone else‘s relief. The big pool is a bit cooler and continues straight into the ocean. Or so it seems at least. The restaurant in the village opens on Mondays only for dinner so we continue to Glaumbær where we have only 40 minutes to see the turf houses. This was a well-off household here but the people were tiny.
Last stop today in Blönduós for accommodation. There‘s also a in-house restaurant that saves us the trouble of walking through the sunny village. On the off-side is a noisy TV and blinking lights.
Lovely purple sunset behind the house. We spot a small church and find out that there lives a man who makes art, music and poems, weaves and tells you your fortune. The bathroom is in the tower.
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