It was a dark and stormy day before, but the boys awoke to a brilliant sunny morning. After the traditional search for the breakfast room, we were off in search of Systrafoss, one more waterfall for the trip collection. Soon, however, we stopped looking at waterfalls and just counted them. When Blair counted 16 on one bend in the road, we ended the counting as well. We crossed the Wasteland, which is the result of volcanoes partially melting the glaciers that covered them (you have to see this country to believe that this is possible). Many photo stops, including remnants of a bridge destroyed by one of the massive floods enabled us to get a sense of the number of glaciers in the south east part of Iceland.
An afternoon highlight was a cruise on the glacial lagoon at Jokulsarlon. Imagine a bay filled with icebergs of all shapes and sizes. It is hard to picture that, but luckily we captured probably hundreds of images (all of you are therefore forewarned). We retreated to the Hotel Skaftafell in the national park of the same name for a short trek to the glacier located just east of the hotel itself. Another fine dinner (we avoided the $35 chicken breast item), some fine local beer, and we banished ourselves to the hotel lobby to write this blog, check the sky situation (bleak due to fog), and to marvel at wi-fi and cell phone connectivity. After a very nice min-chalet in Kloster we are somewhat shoehorned into a typical European sized room, hence we socialize in the public areas.
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