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Friday august 17'th

From the trip to  Isafjörður  - the small town down there is Suðavik

Transportationday. Leaving at 10 am frm BSI to Holmavik. Very nice busride. Lot's of mountains, waterfalls and lava-fields.

The bus is at Holmavik at 3 pm. Then there is an hours wait before another bus goes to Isafjörður at what is know as the West-fiords.

Now its not just nice anymore - now it's extemely nice. Mountains and fjords all over. In a direct line it's not such a long trip, but since we have to get around 4-5 fiords - and since it's mainly dust-road - it takes you 4 hours.

At 8 pm check in at Gistiheimili Aslaugar a private guesthouse. A sign is asking you to take off your shoes before you enter, but a number of slippers is available for the visitors. I end up this day with a walk and some fastfood.

Saturday august 18'th

This day I spend by taking a look at Isafjörður. It's a cozy little village with only 3.500 people living here. It's placed on a tongue of land sticking out into one of the fiords. On both sides of the fiord there are high mountains. I have never before visited a village, which was places so spectacularly.

I take a look at this place and at the harbour. I also visit the maritime museum, that is placed in som 250 year old commercial houses, back from the days where the danes were taking hand of all commercial activity on Iceland.

From Isafjörður

Sunday august 19'th

Waterfall at Tungudalur

  

A 3 hour long walk from the morning. I walk to Tungudalur which is a valley, going in between som of the mountains. Here you find small cottages, a 9-hole golfcourse, some waterfalls and nice hills.

Back in Isafjörður at 1 pm. The rest of this day is relaxation. Coffee at the very cozy "Old pharmacy". Evening-burger at Pizzeria 67, with the motto "make pizza - not war". And you can only agree on that.

Monday august 20'th

The clouds are hanging low this morning, the wind is rough and it's raining cats and dogs. Suddenly the term "bad weather" gets a whole new meaning.

I have booked a place on a boat that should take me to the isolated half-island of Hornstrandir. No people at all live there. But the captain says, that it wont be a pleasure-trip on a day like this, so he in fact tell all those that doesn't have to go there, that it's a good idea to find other activities for the day. So that I do.

Instead I finish the Frank McCourt book "Tis". I also go for a walk, until I'm getting to soaked and return back to my guesthouse. One more cup of coffee at my favourite place "The old pharmacy". Another book. Morten Sabroe "The spanish guest". Dinner at "Pizzaria 67". A little boring - but shit happens.

To Akureyri and Myvatn