How come, we thought there are so many more gravestones than there could possibly have been inhabitants of the region. I learned later about the fate of some of the boys who lived here. I have no idea about what happed to Trausti. Probably he was very happy
Friday, September 9, 2011
Selfmade artists
The papers called him the artist with the children's heart. I thought here was a man who lived the punk ethos: create it yourself.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Hot hole in the ground
I couldn't take a picture with us bathing at the same time so this is a shot afterwards. This nice hotpot called Pollurinn, out in the nature along the road, is a great Icelandic treat.
The interior
Just south of Þingeyri a trail leads up the mountain. From the trail the view is beautiful. The clouds were chasing and sometimes this mountain was in full sunshine.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Tyre repair
I am not blaming the farmer, because he tried to help us, but in doing so he punctured our tyre so much that we needed a new one. And because the car was a 4x4 we needed four new tyres. It turned out to be expensive help.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Before seeing a Harbour porpoise
Yes, we didn't know it yet when we had lunch in this beautiful valley. We had just seen two hawks at not more than two meters. Just sitting on the road. And then shortly after we saw a harbour porpoise which was slowly swimming in the fjord. I guess we had lucky day.
Geir Haarde's signature
A thank you note opening the guestbook for the nicest summerhouse where we stayed this holiday.
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