A sunny but very windy morning led us to push our Ford up a cartpath optimistically called highway 862. Must have been built by the Romans and not repaired since then. A tortuous 22km brought us to the first of three waterfalls on the Jokulsa a Fjollem River which serves as an escape to the sea for interior glacial melt water. There are two “lesser” waterfalls, Hafragilfoss and Selfoss, which would be stars in their own right anywhere else in the world. However they are dwarfed by Dettifoss, not an Icelandic thrash metal band but Europe’s mightiest waterfall which thunders between them.
More bone jarring road led us to a pastoral trail at Vesturdalar which was, in effect, an alpine meadow at sea level. The day was waning as we emerged from the north end of Jokulsarglijufur National Park, so it was time to head for dinner in Husavik, a major fishing port in the north. We ate at the Gamli Baukur, a delighful local restaurant right on the harbour, and had the most enjoyable meal of the trip thus far. We were impressed by the two pages of beer choices that started the menu, but did not order the one that advised it had the “taste of liver pudding” as an attribute. An hour later we were back at our lakeside hotel, readying for the next day’s drive back to southwest Iceland.
More bone jarring road led us to a pastoral trail at Vesturdalar which was, in effect, an alpine meadow at sea level. The day was waning as we emerged from the north end of Jokulsarglijufur National Park, so it was time to head for dinner in Husavik, a major fishing port in the north. We ate at the Gamli Baukur, a delighful local restaurant right on the harbour, and had the most enjoyable meal of the trip thus far. We were impressed by the two pages of beer choices that started the menu, but did not order the one that advised it had the “taste of liver pudding” as an attribute. An hour later we were back at our lakeside hotel, readying for the next day’s drive back to southwest Iceland.
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