I got back inside at 10am, but didn't have to check out until 12pm, so took my time showering, downloading photos, recharging batteries, eating breakfast, drinking tea, and eventually packing. I left the sweet little place and went up to the house to pay - no cute old women knitting this time, and then headed on my way. First stop was a little way up the road at Reyniskirkja. The weather was glorious - the skies had more-or-less cleared of clouds and the sun was warm; quite blissful, especially compared with the previous two stormy days. I love the way there is so much variability with the Icelandic weather!
I drove up the hill and back to the main road. Instead of turning left and continuing my journey west I decided to do a little detour, first turning right and then taking a left turn off towards Heiðarvatn. I drove for a few kilometres before reaching a gate and a sign telling me to go no further and that it was private property. It was a beautiful spot - with mountains above the lake and farmland in the foreground. Nice place to live, if a little remote!
The road up to the lighthouse is always fun - a series of switchbacks on bumpy, gravelly roads. It was pretty busy, but there was still room to park. I decided to explore in the other direction from usual, walking inland a bit to look at the views. The sky had become hazy and a little overcast, and the light was fairly harsh given it was nearly 1pm. I could just make out the Westman Islands (Vestmannaeyjar) in the distance.
I could see some fulmars on the cliffs below, nesting precariously between the patches of remaining snow and icicles. The views from that spot are incredible.
It was pretty busy on the track there, with quite a few people coming back towards me. I hoped therefore the falls themselves would be empty, but this was not to be so. It's another waterfall where you can walk behind it, and there behind it were a number of photographers, trying to get an original shot of the view from behind a waterfall, like everyone else! The area was mostly in shadow, and so there was a huge amount of ice in various forms - smooth, deadly glass on the paths, little tubes covering grasses, and huge icicles above.
I didn't stay very long, and had no desire to join the others on the treacherous path, so headed back to the car to finish my journey for the day - back towards Reykjavik and on to Álftanes and the warm welcome of my friends.
I stopped at the rocks - relieved to see that they were indeed still there - I had just passed by on the way when the tide was far higher than I'd ever seen it before. The number of bras on the fence opposite had increased. Strange old habit of tourists to leave their underwear on a fence!
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