We began the morning in "old town" Akureyri, which turns out is not that old. And as none of the museums were open (what with being the dead of winter and anytime before 1pm), and all the hustle and bustle of civilization after our night on Grimsey was making me twitchy, we resumed our journey into wide open, unpopulated spaces.
Images from Akureyri:
|I don't know what's happening here but I like it|
|Nonni's house, circa 1850. The author (statue below) |
wrote children's books about his childhood in Iceland.
|What? Icicles don't make you want to put a bathing suit on?|
|The pained expression is sulfur-induced|
After mugs of mega-strong, delicious coffee we set off to explore one of the nearby fjords:Seyðisfjörður. Seyðisfjörður is known as one of the most culturally happening of the eastern fjords. The hour and a half drive was harrowing; the snowy conditions + yellow posts were accompanied by steep, snaking, icy curves up and downhill. There is no way you could make that drive without a 4x4 in the winter. We arrived in the charming village to discover almost nothing open. Only one grocery store and one gift shop were open that fine Saturday at mid-day. Turns out that evening announced the beginning of Þorrablót (pronounced Thorblot), a mid-winter festival that is not really open to outsiders--you have to obtain a personal invitation from a local. Lest you feel left out by that, please note that the standard menu involves such Icelandic delicacies as rotten shark, boiled sheep head, and congealed sheep blood wrapped in ram stomach. Yummy!
|The beauty and charm slays me!|
The next (and last) report: more driving through the glorious fjords with surprise guests, Wild Reindeer! (not a band name but totally should be)