An occasional 20 minute downpour. That was the worst of it. We counted ourselves blessed with sunshine and good temps (60+ F) everyday. I wore shorts most days to encourage the gods, Chris wore a wool hat and rain jacket so as not to jinx us -- we had both philosophies covered. However, if you're in a tent, riding a bike (thanks Nick and Tim for your forewarning), 20 minutes is too long time to get dumped on. We gave a ride to two German campers who looked like wet rats. Our first stop - Seljalandsfoss. Beautiful and you could walk behind it (pic #2).
Next we packed up and headed out to see some of the most green countryside you can imagine. Not crop, just grass for small triads of sheep that roamed the open fields.
A forced GPS tutorial. Probably destroyed Germanic-American diplomacy for the next decade.
The next fall was Skogafoss. There was enough mist and rain that rainbows just popped everywhere. Snagging 3 tourists in primary colored ponchos was, yes, luck.
The top of the falls.
View out towards the sea, from the top of the falls.
A noble Tuscan Bean soup (with fresh cucumber + side of japanese sesame snacks) cooked in the rain. Full diplomatic relations restored.
Our first view of the glacier. A small finger was near the main highway. For reference, there is a person in the foreground - 2/3rs to the right, about 50 yrds from the glacier.
Typical southern farm.
Sheep food.
Worn down mountain on the way to Vik. We stayed the night in this big town of the South. Population 300. The youth hostel crowd was much more fun tonight. Spanish (Catalan, sorry) family of 15 took over the dining room for an early 10pm dinner, and they were more than enough entertainment for the evening. We cranked up The Godfather, pt. 1 on the laptop.
