Starting out from Keflavik airport in our rental car we first spend half a night in a motel to rest. We couldn’t have told that it was two in the morning judging from the “dawn” as we Central Europeans perceived it.
We bypass Reyjkjavik, which is due its own chapter at the end of the journey, and aim for the town of Borgarnes for the evening. On the way we go around the Hvalfjördur and take then route 520, our first gravel road of more to come.
Our first major sight to be seen is Deildartunguhver, the biggest hot spring in Iceland.
Moving on, we roll into Reykholt where Snorri Sturluson built his pool. The pool may not look remarkable, but you may know Snorri among other things for the Edda in the 13th century. Like people in a lot of Icelandic stories or Sagas, he didn’t exactly die of old age.
We continue on to the very pretty Hraunfossar waterfalls, one of my favourite spots of the island.
Our final stop of the day is the quaint Ensku Husin next to a river with salmon…
The following day we get to see the basalt stone columns near Gerduberg, with a view on Eldborg.
After Budir, where we stop to greet the sea, we see a bunch of tourists stopping and, following them, discover Raudfelsgja, a waterfall and nesting place in a cliff. And so it goes on. The Sneafellsnes peninsula has a number of small but precious sights to see, just keep your eyes open as we did on our way to Olafsvik.
Omnipresent are sheep and Sagas and beautiful landscapes.