It’s day 8 of our trip and we still hope to be able to pronounce a place we’ve visited. Stay tuned. The Snaefellsjokull National Park (It’s pronounced “WTF”, the “Snaefellsjokull” is silent) is the place of a shipwreck from the, oh lets say early 1900s because I don’t remember, and there’s still a ton of rusty debris laying all over the beach. Iceland has a tendency to leave junk where it is and just call it “a cultural relic”, not unlike how we handle elected officials here in the states. Photos now.
Djupalonssandur Black Sand Beach
Djupalonssandur is Icelandic for “watch your step”
Fjöruhúsið Café
Lame as it may sound, I think this was my favorite part of the trip. Seemingly in the middle of nowhere is this tiny cafe (seats maybe 15 people inside) nestled in the side of a cliff, next to a natural stone archway that leads to a little lagoon. No big deal, just Iceland Icelanding.
Near our final destination on this day (our last night in the van) we caught one last amazing vista before heading to the campsite. I also finally got a picture of a building with a green roof. There were a lot of these throughout the country but we mostly whipped by them in transit so it was hard to get any good photos without trespassing.
