My friend’s summerhouse is in a stunning, stunning location surrounded by majestic and magnificent nature. The view from our dinning room was just to die for! I so wish the night hadn’t been so cloudy, because watching the northern lights through these windows would have been a dream come true.
The wind was super strong, as in you-don’t-get-to-choose-where-and-how-you-walk kind of a strong. Just across the road from Johanna’s summer house there is a restaurant, which actually belonged to her parents in the 60s and 70s. We decided to pop in for something warm to drink and some Internet loving. The road was so icy that Johanna decided it’d be safer to drive… Easier said than done when the wind makes it almost impossible to open the car door!
Falling asleep in this big, two storey house felt like falling asleep in a tent… But waking up to this view – just wow.
In the morning – well, let’s call 11:30am morning, because it only starts getting light outside at around 10ish – we set out for a short hike up Grábrók, the neighbouring 3000 year old picturesque volcano. Before leaving the house I thought it’d be much less windy than last night but hell, was I wrong.
Luckily the views of the volcano and the Borgarfjordur area made it all worth it.
If you were to reach the rim’s foothill and look around, from right to left, that’s what you’d get:
If you were to attempt to walk the volcano’s rim, that’s what you’d get:
And yes, that’s me managing to walk up about 10 or 15 steps or so, before giving up. It was so freaking windy, it was literally blowing snot out of my nose.
I know it’s not a mental image you were looking for but hey, if you want a glimpse of the real travel deal, that’s what it is in this corner of the world, on this particular day.
I remember how put off I’ve always been when seeing men blow their noses straight on the ground, using just their thumbs. How I envied them now! Even tried it once today and, well, let’s just say I’m not planning on doing it again any time soon.