The weight of many sleepless nights – thanks to the perennial light and the absence of decent curtains – and the many miles collected so far, started burdening our shoulders. We drove from Akureyri almost without a break through quite a monotonous landscape in the north-western part of the island. The road was very windy, so much that gusts of winds forced us to brusquely swerve, and we cut through a couple of storms, where some scary bloated black clouds furiously unleashed on us their content of rain and hails. We also drove past several waterfalls – which never fail to fascinate – more densely concentrated between Skjöldólfsstaðir and Hvanna. We finally reached Egilsstadir where we looked for useful info at the local tourist office and got ourselves together with a couple of drinks.
We were going to spend two nights in Seydisfjordur, one of those inexplicable decisions taken while booking 4 months ahead, that more than once let us wonder why. Why Seydisfjordur? Why two nights? “Maybe there was a good reason” we thought “there must have been a reason for this, which we just forgot?”. But we postponed this query for when we would be lying in bed.
A gem in the fjord
As we were told by several Icelanders along our trip, Seydisfjordur was a promising little town, embedded in a precious fjord only 25km from the bar where we were sitting, and the route taking there was going to be breathtakingly scenic.
Little we knew that we had to climb up to 600m and plunge down to sea level, through a mountain pass blinded by thick frothy clouds laying over the road, flanked by walls of snow.
Our Jimmy struggled on the steep paved road, constantly unsatisfied between the second and third gear, while we struggle in the low visibility conditions, and we all got to destination exhausted.
Sunken boats and beers
We slumped on the chairs of the Kaffi Lara, lovely friendly place characterized by a traditional feel with a modern twist. We went straight for “El Grillo“, a lager produced and brewed locally by grandfather Thor. His grandson happily shaved 1600ISK off us for two 33cl cans of what was a decent but overpriced beer. We would have drunk more, perhaps ordered some food too but, considering the price, we preferred to tuck into the pastries bought at the Akureyri bakery (the bakari is just behind the shopping mall, to the right) and we set off to sleep.