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| The peak of Snæfellsjökull hidden in clouds |
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| Many roads in Iceland were not paved. Note the shining sea in the background. |
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| One of the numerous roadside waterfalls.
Iceland was famous for its waterfalls, and in the days to come, we would meet many
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| A small church at Staðarstaður |
Fully refreshed, we left Reykjavík for
Snæfellsnes (Snow Mountain Peninsula)
in Western Iceland.
The highest peak of Snæfellsnes,
Snæfellsjökull (Snow Mountain Glacier),
was an extinct volcano.
In Jules Verne's Journey to the Center of the World (an adventure story which
was interesting to teenage boys but kind of silly to adults), this was through the
crater of Snæfellsjökull where the hero entered the subterranean world.
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| 1:30pm |
The two huge stone pillars at Lóndrangar rose
dramtically at the shore.
The cliffs along the coast were fully occupied by birds.
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| Emily and CK blocking the beautiful scenery. |
Esther and Thomas enhancing the scenery. |
Click on the picture; can you find the baby birds? |
Thousands of birds, perching on every inch of flat space on
the cliffs. |
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| 3:30pm |
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| Grundarfjörður, outside Kaffi 59. |
The bay of Grundarfjörður. |
What can be better than a little nap after a little snack? |
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| A snowy valley under the sun; get out your sunglasses. |
The photographer busy at work. |
Scenery on the mountain road. |
After Lóndrangar, we have a little afternoon snack (OK, I confess, a whole 16
inch pizza, yummy!) at Kaffi 59 in the tranquil little town of Grundarfjörður.
Afterwards the girls fell asleep right away, a ritual they followed almost everyday.
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7:00pm
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We spent the night at the Bjarg (Cliff) guesthouse at
Borgarnes.
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See how happy we were; Esther the gourmet chef had prepared us pasta and soup!
Very yummy indeed. The only disappointment was the Malt Extract (the drink we were
toasting here), which, despite the beer-like packaging, was NOT beer.
(It tasted like Chinese herbal tea.)
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| Bjarg guesthouse |
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| Pretty wild flowers at the bay. |
Skipping stones at the bay behind the Guesthouse.
Thomas was very good at it. Emily had not got a clue. |
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| Thomas has taken tons of pictures here, including four panorama. Due to bandwidth limitation, only two are shown here. |
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