Friday, August 19, 2016

On the Road to Akureyri

8/18/16 - Stykkisholmur to Akureyri

Our first stop this morning was the site of the home of Erik the Red, father of the legendary Viking Leif Eiriksson (AKA Leif the Lucky), who discovered America around AD 1000.

Entrance to Eiriksstadir Museum.

We gather inside the Eiriksstadir Museum.

Greta dons the Viking gear in preparation in war.



Then onto the Guaksmyri Horse Farm to meet and watch Icelandic horses brought by the Viking settlers.


https://youtu.be/bjNZdqbAt-M

https://youtu.be/rCYmK0LROfE

https://youtu.be/6RVPT3-Kh_I


The final stop along our journey is Varmahlid to visit an old turf farmhouse depicting 18-19th century life in rural Iceland.



Thursday, August 18, 2016

Snaefellsnes Peninsula National Park

8/17/16 - Hiking from Arnarstapi to Hellnar

This morning we started our day exploring the entry point to Jules Verne's Journey to the Center of the Earth.  

Some adorable sea lions near Arnarstapi.


Clockwise from upper left: farmhouse near Strondin; Hlif bracing tripod-like 
while photographing sea lions and birds; fantastic lava flow mountains; 
seashore; Roslyn and Larry searching for shorebirds.


Highlights along our hike...

The blowhole at Gatklettur: https://youtu.be/OFn9R7lvwXM


More arches, basalt cliffs and blowholes along the trail...




On to Londrangar...




The foss (waterfalls) are getting larger and louder:


https://youtu.be/PMB3Eq8751A

https://youtu.be/0Jiu9S7MASo



Our last activity for the day was a visit to a shark farm - where we learned about the Icelandic maritime history and the processing of shark meat. 

We sampled a national delicacy, hakarl (fermented or putrefied shark meat).  It was very chewy and the longer you chewed it the worse the taste.  Prior to popping it into our mouths we allowed it to soak in a tiny shot glass of Brennivin (Black Death) 37-40 proof alcohol for a few seconds.  This certainly helped take the edge off the fishy taste while numbing your taste buds. 


Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Journey to Borgarfjordur

8/16/16 - Reykjavik to Borgarfjordur



The morning view from our hotel before departure.


Our first stop - and the first of the many waterfalls and thermal springs on our journey to Borgarfjordur - was the Hraunfossar waterfalls, a 2900 ft. stretch of lava  with multiple springs, and the Barnafoss waterfall. The translation of Barnafoss is "waterfall of the children" because, according to the legend, 2 children from a nearby farm fell to their deaths from one of the bridges - since destroyed at the insistence of their mother.

Clockwise from left: a section of the Hraunfossar waterfalls;
Barnafoss waterfall; bridge over Barnafoss.
 

And for your enjoyment, here's a couple of video links for you to enjoy the sight AND sounds of the water...





Clockwise from upper left: scene of 13th-century poet and native son, Snorri Sturluson's death at the hands of an assassin; Deildartunguhver thermal springs; Borgarnes bridge; Stykkisholmur Lutheran Church; sculpture of Asmund Sveinsson. 




The sounds of Deildartunguhver thermal springs...




Hlif prepares a common Icelandic snack before we tackle the Helgafell (holy mountain), 
a sacred hill about 250 ft. high. We had malt and dried cod with butter. 
(I thought the malt was OK, but I would have reacted like Deb did on the right 
if I ever had to eat dried cod again in my lifetime).

Just as we reached the top of Helgafell, a gorgeous rainbow appeared.  
Top right, the nearby church; lower right, Kaye makes her way to the top.

My view from the hotel in Stykkisholmur.



Monday, August 15, 2016

Exploring Heimaey

8/13 and 8/14/16
Heimaey (hay may a), Westman Island, Iceland


So very glad I decided to add this pre-trip location. I knew nothing about this small island filled with 4400 incredible and resilient people whose lives were shaped undoubtedly by the tragic volcano eruption in 1973. 

Clockwise from upper left: most impressive outdoor mural located down by the harbor; views of the harbor; our pillow-top and pillow-bottom incredible bed; 
one of many lava rock caves at the harbor entrance; harbor ships; 
Eagle Air 21-seater I flew in from Reykjavik to Heimaey; more ships.


Before you read any further, click on the following youtube link for the devastating massive eruptions of lava from the Eldfell volcanic cone and its affect on the people of this small island January 23, 1973...  




The Eldheimar Museum.
Clockwise from upper left: excavated home buried by ash for 40 years; Hlif, our trip leader, stands next to the cemetery memorial pole indicating the depth of the volcanic ash that covered the local cemetery; Eldheimar Museum; 
another photo of the excavated home; lava rocks and debris behind a neighborhood home.


The Trolkerlingin statue by Eftir Asmund Sveinsson.
The Icelandic trolls originated from the Scandinavian folklore. They lived far from humans, were not Christian, and were considered dangerous to human beings. Depending upn the region from which they originated, their appearance varies greatly. They may be ugly and slow-witted or look and behave exactly like human beings, with no particularly grotesque characteristics about them. This statue is female in gender - the very pointed breasts are not as visible from this angle - and looks quite intimidating.

Net cutter used by the Icelandic Coast Guard in 1972 when other countries 
started fishing in waters that Icelandic fishermen relied upon for their livelihood.


Boat tour around the Westman Islands. Clockwise from upper left: lava elephant formation; some of the group before we departed; one of the more incredible caves; 
lava rock erosion; the harbor entrance.

We enjoyed a gourmet meal at the home of Helga and Arnor. While Arnor prepared and served us, Helga shared her story (and her "most beautiful boyfriend's" story - the boyfriend turned out to be Arnor) about their personal experience as teenagers that morning of January 23, 1973 and their journey back to the home Helga grew up in.  Afterwards they entertained us with 5 songs. 



Since the 1973 eruption, on the weekend following July 3rd, the people of Heimaey celebrate the day in 1973 when the eruption was officially declared at an end. On Saturday night pubs open their doors and floors to all types of musicians who are encouraged to sing and play to their hearts' delight.  A great number of former islanders choose this weekend to come back home for a visit.

This is one of those songs performed by Helga and Arnor...


https://youtu.be/vWAVs9AydkA


...and this is their favorite song since their teens and throughout their 40+ years of marriage...



The Atlantic Puffin Parade.

The Atlantic puffin is the most common Icelandic bird with an estimated population of 10 million. One of the most unique and favorite times of the year is the annual migration of the baby puffins leaving their nests around early to mid-August. They are attracted to the lights of the town and confused by their new surroundings, but the children come to their rescue with cardboard boxes used to transport them to the shore where they are released into the sea.




 Our fearless leader yields to the sheep while we hike at Storhofdi.


Contemplating which way to continue...


One of the puffin roosting areas.


My favorite fish at the Aquarium.



Friday, August 12, 2016

Untamed Iceland

8/12/2016

Iceland - the Land of Fire and Ice
August 11-25, 2016

Lava flows, glaciers, geothermal springs, hiking, whale watching, whitewater rafting, stunning waterfalls, incredible scenery, beautiful and diverse flora and fauna - get those cameras ready for some breathtaking photography!

Well this was definitely the flight(s) from hell...
good old Delta had a complete meltdown Monday which continued to affect its entire fleet into Thursday - my day of departure.  Tampa flight departure time delayed 1 hour before boarding, 1 hour before leaving the airport & a third hour waiting on the JFK tarmac for a gate.  My cushion of 2 hr. 45 minutes between flights had 20 minutes left as I raced through Terminal B to the Jitney for a 4-minute ride to Terminal 4. I made it with 5 minutes to spare before the door closed for my second flight.  When I limped up to the gate I was pooped & had serious dry mouth.  First there was another 1 hour delay for this leg, then another & another - with at least 1 more hour awaiting our turn for departure on the tarmac.  Instead of arriving in Reykjavik at 7 AM, we taxied in at 11:30 AM.  Needless to say, my 7 co-travelers were long gone for the ferry to the Westman Islands.

But the madness continued - my luggage was lost! First time in 40+ years of travel.  There was a pathetic attempt by the Delta staff to help out after I badgered them for over 30 minutes (I hope my luggage is having a better time than I am).  I am hoping to see my clean clothes & toiletries tomorrow afternoon if I suddenly get lucky).

Eventually Sven & I connected in the departure area & he took me to the little Eagle Air local airport so I could fly on a 21-seat puddle jumper to the Westman Islands to connect with my group, who were already at the hotel. I tried the Nautholl Bistro for a delicious lunch as per Sven's suggestion & my day began to improve after a long overdue glass of Chilean wine.