Travel Blogs from Patreksfjorour
... d vorsichtig. isch amigs lustig wänns eim so
agugged oder devo sekkled. sind nöd grad die inteligentischte wese uf dem erderund,
aber sie sind süess und ier wüssed ja was ich für es sternzeiche bin. so wott ich nöd zvill
mekkere über die widder. aber wänn scho tuusig autos a dier verbie gfahre sind und dier
no nie öppis passiert isch, sekklisch dänn devo? de obelix ...
... over, it is more of a series of numerous cascades, tumbling over rocks. It looks a bit like a chandelier.
We have a discussion and decide this is a nice quite place to camp, apart from the noise of the falls. 2 hours later it is a full campsite. There are limited facilities here, just a toilet and sink, it is not a full blown campsite.
Later in the night we get some rain.
... the tufts of beach grass.
At the monstrous cliffs at Latravik are a twitchers (bird watchers) dream, full of nesting birds. Sea gulls, guillemot and puffin in large numbers. The cliffs are stained white with their droppings.
It is a shame we can’t take a different route back, but there it is, the trip here has been well worth it.
Up early, I have arranged to meet Nico at 09:30 at the 62/612 junction. The ferry he caught did not land until 19:00 so he is behind me. He camped at Flokalundur.
A record 11/2 hours to be ready to roll this morning, I head the 15km back to the 62/612 junction and sit on some high rocks in the very pleasant morning sun.
... across the fjord.
Me being a bit of a wimp when it comes to boats elect for the road route, loads of gravel!
I take the 54 until it meets the 60, tracking it north following the fjords.
At Budardalur, I stopped for lunch, soup and coffee.
My phones were left in the pockets of my tent and then ...