Hafnarfjordur Apartments Hotel Reykjavik

... doing a backstroke on top of this boiling sulfur water. In the early days, scientists actually hunted for this bird just in case it was true. I think the old ancestors who started this tale were giving out a snipe hunt.<br><br> We wander around the peninsula some more and pass a lone church sitting on a hill top. there used to be 10 farms around the area but they couldn't make a go of it so only the church is left. We pass through a massive lava flow that covered kilometers as ...

... and there were no snails sliding along the Champs Elysees). So, finding myself in Iceland has been a Godsend, particularly after finding the 'Whale menu´. I had passed a Tapas bar the night I arrived, but scorned it as being too tame. Delicious probably, but tame. I changed my mind a little after Jonas, my walking tour guide, recommended their Icelandic menu. Last night after the tour, I charged into the place bent on devouring whatever delicacy was laid bare ...

... voiture, on repart, la mouche est toujours là, et en plus on a tous oublié les maillots de bains pour les nombreux hot pots du parcours!<br><br>Bref, il est 10:00 et c'est une journée NON. <br><br>Heureusement que les sardines et le maquereau restent dans la voiture, car Geneviève n'a pas voulu acheter de charcuterie!<br><br>Malgré tout cela, la famille ca va!<br><br ...

... month, lucky dog). But right next to it is the little brother named Stokkur. Strokkur errupts every few minutes. While we were there we saw it erupt 4 or 5 times (there is a video of this above, just click 'show all photos and videos', the videographer did not know how to use her equipment, so you will have to tilt your head or laptop sideways). Sometimes it is just a little spew, but others it is a full ...

... of confounding, but fun. We frolicked for a while, wandering around through the (artificial) caves and tunnels and mazes, tried out the silca mud facial masks, and generally enjoyed ourselves. And then, it happened. Ethan and I bathed with Bjork! Seriously. I'd thought about writing something like that jokingly, but then it actually happened! We were hanging around in the pool near this (fake) waterfall.. standing underneath it feels like getting a neck massage, the water ...

... ttir ekki úr kútnum mun þessi ferð væntanlega styttast eitthvað. Ég ætla að reyna að halda mig við upprunalegt butget, en ef peningarnir mínir eyðast tvisvar sinnum hraðar en lagt var upp með mun ég enda ferðina snemma og hugsanlega fara að vinna einhvers staðar þar sem ég fæ borgað í evrum eða dönskum krónum t.d. Svo er hugsanlegt að maður geti drýgt tekjurnar eitthvað með því að vinna á leiðinni. Ég mun láta kylfur ráða kasti.

... or skatefell only have campgrounds and a few beds in mountain huts. So if you can afford a tent and a 4 wheel drive car, life improves dramatically. Otherwise, read the seemingly endless number of brochures that offer tours, plan obssesively, and be ready to learn that your tour has been canceled by bad weather. Even in cities, camping facilites are abundent, while if you are not married to a banker, hotels can be exorbitantly expensive, so bring or buy a sleeep bag to stay at ...

... high as 35 feet. A visit to the Hverageroi greenhouse village was an eye opener. The Icelanders are a very self sufficient lot; they grow almost all the fruits and vegetables,including the tropical variety in greenhouses. They hardly import any from other countries. They have made it possible in a country where there is hardly any vegetation. Next stopover was the Thingvellir National Park. It is the site of the oldest Parliament in ...

... you hate at the time, but totally rate after it´s over and done with. Anyway, the ride today - 50 tough km from Keflavik through to Reykjavik. My bike is heavy at the moment - 26kg of luggage to be precise (I was lucky, they wanted to charge me at the airport, but I sweet talked them out of it), combined with 18kg of bike is a lot to carry around when you´re out of practice. Most of the 26kg is food I might add - in hindsight perhaps I should have got the ...

... were greeted by Þora, a very warm and gracious woman. Their son, Björn picked up Þráinn at the airport. I could not turn down Þorleifur's offer of dark, black oak-cured polish vodka. It turns out he is a historian with interests in labor unions. He just published a volume I of 3 of the history of Iceland's labor unions. Most of his travel business involves bringing Icelanders on tours of Poland. We ate a marvelous meal. Arctic char was the main course with carrots ...