Done & Dusted
Just back from a long and dusty 250km drive through the northern regions of Iceland.
We started out bright and early, heading westwards to Husavik - the whalewatching capital of Europe - on Highway 1 which turned (to my chagrin) into dirt-track 87!!! Eeesh.... There I was, trying to get used to a left hand drive, on a one-lane road, perched on a bluff, with steep sides leading to either age-old volcanic remains or bleating sheep on either side, and trundling along in lovely harmony to the non-existent suspension in our 4WD Hyundai Santa Fe jeep.
After passing a total of 5 vehicles (in both directions) and one very tense hour and a quarter, we arrived in Husavik, a little town flanked by mountains rising from Skalfjandi bay, still dotted with ice caps.

The whalewatch trip was a disappointment, to say the least... we paid all of S$200 to see dolphins frolicking in the water. So much for 'whalewatching capital'... bah... We´ll just have to try again in either NZ or Monterey Bay i suppose... bleah.XJ sulking cos no whales! (Dolphins dun count):

Ok, so quirky highlight of the day - the Phallalogical Museum! 178 specimens of ahem... special parts of animals, from whales, bears, little black rats, elephants and even trolls... haha.
Lunch was a lovely affair - baked cod and shrimps and smoked puffin meat! yes, those cutesy little penguin-like birds with orange beaks and webbed feet, also spotted on your eponymously-named Puffin readers... It was yummy! XJ says since i was so totally incapable of catching one for him to take home, he´d just have to eat some so 'it will always be a part of me'... *roll eyes*
After lunch, we headed east towards JÖkulsargljufur National Park, stopping by at TjÖrnes, a stubby little peninsula lookout point where XJ spotted a 'dead bird'. Said dead bird turned out to be a really derelict mother, trying to shield her little nestlings from evil humans stomping around her home sweet home.
Tjornes Peninsula:

Asbyrgi was our next stop - the horseshoe-shaped canyon in the heart of Jökulsargljufur NP. It was then a horribly bumpy and dusty 4WD track to Dettifoss - the most powerful waterfall in all of Europe - rising 45m and 100m across.
Asbyrgi:

Breaktime!:

Hafrilgafoss, 2 km down from Dettifoss:

Dettifoss at 8pm:

At 8.15pm, with the sun still high in the sky (it IS the land of the midnight sun afterall), we made our rumbling way south on route 861, desperately looking out for signs of Highway 1 (silly map showed everything but the crucial junction! *roll eyes*). And in no time (*smug*) we were home in Reykjalid.
Now, time for my promised foot rub... ah.... ;p
