We went a long way to explore the fjords. First, the Borgarfjordur is the other name of the end of the world. After walking along the lake (which I can not find the name on the guide or Google Maps) to the north, we took mountain roads to go along the sea, to finally reach a small village. The road was quite surprising: sometimes paved, often no, it is wide, in places full of holes. In these countries, you should not forget the bread, but I especially think that you should not forget the provisions to spend the winter and when you “downtown” to go shopping, you go with a long list and a trailer. This should not be very practicable in the winter. The little village seemed really sleepy, numb in the wind and the cold. The nesting period is also clearly over (since a month), we could not see our little feathered friends.
Seydisfjordur was more accessible, despite the pass to cross, because the road was paved almost all along. The village is very nice, the houses full of colors and (miracle) with a charm that given by the exterior decoration. Because you do not go to Iceland to rave about architecture, except perhaps the “old” Reykjavik and some fantastic modern buildings like the Harpa. The rest is quite cubic and without fantasy, it is functional and cozy, but aesthetically, there are only the colors of remarkable. But this little village, at the bottom of its fjord, it really has character.
Note also that today, it has hardly rained.
We will not be touring Iceland this year: Road #1 will not be reopened until next week, so tomorrow we’ll head north again. Xim managed to exchange our reservation at the Fosshotel Glacier Lagoon for Myvatn. The rules on reservations are very strict in Iceland: you do not cancel a room with impunity. We are fortunate to have had an alternative proposal in an establishment of the same chain. The fact is that the next day, we will have to drive 6 hours to reach the “Golden Circle”, instead of admiring the glacier that flows into the sea. But it will not be our last word…