I guess this makes this a Thursday. Ok, it is late at night and I am beginning to think that this may not be the best tent site for a high-wind rain storm. Although a beautiful spot overlooking the fjörd below, I am now just wainting in the dark for one of the stakes to be uprooted and my rain fly to blow into the abyss, or my tent poles to snap. The amount of deflection in the walls is impressive to say the least. With nothing to do but wait, I´ve been coming up with a video game called "Humans With Jetpacks:the Game". More to be explained later. Well, its been a good day, all in all. Nice travelling weather. Left Esja, headed to Akranes to resupply of food and finally pick up some propane. Unfortunately the tunnel(holy shit, I thought that was it for the tent. heart racing, haha.) to Akranes which would have been about a 10 km ride is not open to bikes. Alternate route? 70 km around the fjörd. Great. Nothing against the scenic route, but I am rather low on food. 1 "meal" left. Scattered houses along the way. Very little traffic. The one store I ride 5 km out of the way to stop at only open on weekends. Argh. I saw a salmon jumping up a river which was cool. Stopped at two places that advertised shelter/food. Both ghost towns. Rode to my current position, tired and a bit hungry. Finished up the last of the müsli. 1 packet of Rice Sides left. No rainbows today. Suspicious... About 35 km to Akranes!
Well, made it through the night after the tent collapsed on me 3 times. Had to get out and repair the damage, each time returning to the bag soaked. One pole bent pretty well, but should still work. Spent a good portion of the night holding up the windward wall with my left hand while stretching to hold the bottom down with my heels. Almost no sleep needless to say. Stayed surprisingly warm though.
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