Oct. 4, 2009

What a surprise, awake early with sparse sleep preparing for a road trip. Today's lineup:Isidora, Jamie, Peter, Kjartan, and myself. Headed south to see some waterfalls and the gigantic glacier, Vatnajökull, if we have time. Thought I lost the keys to the car, and after dumping all my stuff out and cursing to myself for a good half hour, turns out they were in Isadora's purse. Welp, rousing poor Kjartan after only getting about ten minutes to sleep, we piled in the car and headed off. Accidentally went north on route 1 for a bit, then got the sun on the correct side of the car and continued on. Snowed a bit on the way, but the sun was out and sparkled beautifully off of the landscape; pleasing, but rather blinding as I drove down the road. First stop was a narrow waterfall in free fall off of a large cliff face. Look in my bag and realize I forgot my camera. I can see it spilling onto my bed an hour earlier as I was dumping my bag out in search of the friggin' keys. Looks like memory will have to pick up the slack on this one, a task I'm just not sure its up to these days. Walking up to the falls, everything is coated in ice from the mist. The slim grass blades are encapsulated in inch-thick translucent tendrils. A small trail leading behind the falls, like everything else, is zero friction, so it makes for a fun crawl up and around as the mist completely soaks me. Looking back out from behind the falls, standing within the cavernous rock erosion, I thought this would make quite a nice picture, you stupid forgetful freakin' idiot crapface! Jerk! Oh well, I'll forgive myself...someday... Managed to slip and stumble my way back to the car, as Jamie and Peter gracefully skated behind me, laughing nonsensically all the way. Back in the car and onward, made it to another waterfall, Skógafoss. This one was off of a much larger river, wider and taller, and also a free-fall. A long, steep metal staircase let to the top, and Peter and I decided it rational to race to the top. Well, we made it about 5% of the way up before he was coughing in fits and I was keeled over the railing. Sucked wind the rest of the walk up. A long way down. Ice-capped cliff edge. No photos standing on the edge, as that would pretty much ensure a long, contemplative journey ending with a splat or a bounce; not sure how that works off of jagged icy rocks. Oh, but a moot point, camera-less buffoon. Watched for a while as gull-like birds jumped from the cliff face and rode the updraft from the falls, only using energy to subtly flick their wings and turn. An icicle broke off of a overhang on the top and I watched as it fell and fell for what seemed like 5 seconds, never actually seeing it hit the ground. The rock at the bottom of the river atop the falls was a smooth and high-luster black. Cool shit, basically. Back down and back on the road. Attempting to make it to the black sand beach right next to the road, took quite a while before we found a road that wasn't fenced-off. A bit of snowfall on the way. But was for the best in the end, as we ended up at a black sand beach enclosed by porous volcanic cliffs and rock arches and spires out in the middle of the water. So...picturesque. Fuck! The foaming waves were calling me, and I couldn't help but strip down, sprint, and jump in. Aand, colder than I imagined. Run away! Towel. In. Car. So. Far. Away. Dry off and sit in car as we wait for Jamie and Peter to return from laughing at whatever nonsensical object they have come across. My body finally realizes its cold and I start to shiver in a vain attempt to add to what little body heat remains. Hunger and fatigue beginning to get the best of us, as we head over a mountain pass containing the glacier Mýrdallsjökull to the small town of Vík, in search of some sustenance. Find a small restaurant at a gas station and order some overpriced food that took entirely too long to come out. A ham sandwich isn't rocket science. Not sure if rocket science works as an analogy for protracted periods of time, but it seriously was at least a half hour wait. Ate, still felt hungry. Kjarten and I acquired some fries from plates left on adjacent tables, and we headed out. Not so hungry, but still tired, and so we decided to call it a day and head back. Vatnajökull will have to wait for another day. Driving on the way back, everyone else is asleep. Now, to set the record straight, I have been speeding a lot while driving on route 1. There is nobody on the road, and the national speed limit of 90 km/hr is just too slow. But, I was doing exactly 90 with a car in front of me as another car comes racing from behind, passing us both right as we pass what looked like a cop car on the side of the road. I look behind me and there goes the siren and lights. That's what you get, sucker. Oh...its me you're pulling over, of course. "Did I do anything wrong?" "No?" But you're giving me a breathalizer for shits and giggles. First exam I got an A in in quite a while. Ok, one more challenge...start the car without stalling with the cops waiting in their car. I've been operating in the 5% range so far. But success! I come through in the clutch. Pun intended, bitches. Go to hell cops. Kjarten informs me they weren't even cops, but private security. Rather shady. Continue on to Reykjavik, taking a bit of a detour to pull along side and follow a car full of girls that Jamie and Peter thought were cute. Stalled like crazy at every stoplight in town, haha. Made it back to the house in one piece yet again. Kobi shared some great seafood pasta dish he made with us, so that took care of dinner. Zoned out for the rest of the night, eventually made it upstairs to bed.

Oct. 3, 2009

Woke up early for some stupid reason. Did some cleaning, paced around the house mindlessly. Feeling a pinch of sickness, as to be expected after being in the car with Jaimie and Peters' constant coughing. Bought some rum and wine, ate a nice pasta dinner, and began the night by playing quarters with kronas. Moved on to poker as Kobi joined us. Ran out of drinks at the house, and so headed to the streets. First bar we tried to get into did not admit our disheveled posse, and so we moved onto the English pub. There was a wheel behind the bar there that you could pay something like 1000 kr. to spin, with the possibility to win various amounts of beer. Peter tried 3 or 4 times, gave up or ran out of money. Gave it a shot, won 8 beers. Sweet, and I'm never playing that again. Passed them out among our table, drank, had fun, then headed back as the others continued on into the night.

Oct. 2, 2009

Woke up plenty early to avoid the work staff at the hostel. Headed out to the car to a snow covered ground, and more continuing to fall. Following the obligatory snowball session, made our way back onto route 1, headed farther north to Húsavík, which is reported to have great whale watching. A car-full of hungover people at 7:30 am is quite the quiet venue. Heading over a mountain pass, found it odd that the road was the only thing snow-covered. The rest of the scenery had not yet been blanketed. That quickly changed though, as we came down the other side and everything was white. Doing about 70 km/hr down a country road, the back seat was asleep, Isidora driving, and me spacing-out in the passenger seat. I suddenly notice that our car was traveling down the road at an odd angle. Welp, this should be fun. With zero traction, the car stayed on the road for a bit, then made its way onto the grass of the periphery as the back end kicked out. Still sliding, slowly, thinking it'll be kinda hard to push this back onto the road in the snow. My worries were quickly relieved as the car fell and came to a halt rear-end first into a large drainage ditch that was not really visible from our current sliding angle perpendicular to the road. With the sleepy back seat now awake and confused, we climbed out and back onto the road. Pointing to the sky at a 45 degree angle, it looked even more hopeless from the outside. But, within 5 minutes a guy pulls up and offers a cell phone to call the police. Apparently, his job is to drive around and help stranded souls like us, and he was just on his way to work as he passed us. Sit in his car and talk to the police, as I tell them the situation. They reply with, "We'll see what we can do." More waiting with our friend the road monitor man, as we try to find a topic in English that he understands. Fishing and the wonders of the 2003 Jeep Cherokee that he was driving were about all we could put together. He hands Peter some binoculars, as he sees a tractor heading up the driveway from an adjacent farm. Tractor makes its way over to us, and a guy in a jump suit, and dirt-stained hands gets out, and talks to the other guy in the car. Takes a look at our car, attaches a strap to it and then to the tractor, and pulls our little white compact out of the ditch like a toy. Assessing the damage, all we could find was a very small dent in the rear bumper, a loose exhaust pipe, and plenty of mud and grass. A bit bewildered by our car being completely fine, I offer both people some money for their help, to which they both vehemently refuse. The farmer heads back to his house, and road maintenance man continues on his way. Reflecting on the situation, this was pretty much the best place to go off the road. Everywhere else in the area had lakes or jagged rocks or mountain cliffs right off of the road. We managed to find a soft irrigation ditch on level road. With road conditions still worsening, we decide that we've used up our luck for the day, and head back towards Reykjavik. In good spirits from getting pulled out of a ditch within an hour of falling in, in the early morning on a back road, we made it back over the mountain pass and into Akuryeri for some coffee and breakfast. I took the wheel from there as the lack of sleep caught up with everyone again, and I figured my 4 cups of coffee would fill that hole for me. In about ten minutes, everyone else was asleep, and I was doing 40 km/hr in whiteout conditions; only being able to see the yellow reflectors marking the edges of the road. Straining my eyes to make out images in zero contrast amidst large mesmerizing snowflakes sweeping against the windshield, the caffeine in my body did not do much. And with no place to pull off because these roads have no shoulder, I kept slapping my face to maintain clear eyesight and consciousness. Made it out of the snow and back up to normal driving speed. Stopping for gas in Blönduós, we gave Peter a shot at driving. He got into first gear a hell of a lot better than me, but it fell apart from there. Stalling and not being in gear with a tractor trailer behind us, we rolled to the side of the road. Peter gives up and Isidora gets behind the wheel. Of course that's a cop with its lights on pulling up to us. A bunch of foreigners stalling in a car that we are borrowing from someone. The cop only asks for Peter's diver's license, looks at it, says, "Massachusetts", and hands it back. Peter explains that we were letting him drive to learn. The cop says, "So you let a woman take over instead?". Then says we look like a bunch of drug dealers. Peter, in a moment of pure genius decides to take out his camera and show the cop pictures of our car in the ditch from several hours earlier. I can only sit there in silence thinking, "Why, you idiot, why?" Well, cop tells us to continue on our way, follows us for a bit on the road, and then pulls off. Very weird, but whatever. Drive for the rest of the day, get back to Reykjavik around 8 or 9. We are beat. Everyone else in the house is drinking and about to go out, being that its Friday. After getting shit from the others for not joining in the fun, our troupe scattered off to various quiet places. Watched part of a movie and passed out.

October 1, 2009

Slept rather well, was woken up at 7:30. Ate some breakfast, and hit the road. Headed out around the Snæfells peninsula; the western most part of Iceland. The Snæfellsjökull glacier marks the tip, sitting atop its mountain at around 1440 m. Was the setting for the entrance point in Journey to the Center of the Earth. Drove up to a road going up the mountain, and were greeted by a snow-covered road and a sign that read:impassable. Ah well, so much for that. From there, stopped and ate breakfast in Olafsvík. A small town, bounded by mountains and the ocean. Climbed a waterfall on the edge of town. Almost slipped and fell off taking photos off the edge...but I didn't. Nice try, nature. Picked up some liquid provisions and headed north towards Akuryeri, the second-largest town in Iceland. I took a bit of a wrong turn, and headed up the wrong side of a fjörd, almost running us off the road as i was driving and looking at the map. Got back on the right track though, and eventually made it to Akuryeri. Looked around for a while for a place to stay the night. Hotel far too expensive. After an hour or so of searching, found a hostel. Oh, reception is closed? But your self-locking door, failed to do its job. Found a shower and towels in the hallway. Washed up. Drank our drinkin' drinks in the common area upon very comfortable red leather couches. Amazing. Drunkenly made it to a bar. Water guns and shots of fire and people buying us shots and all around merriment. Got split up, Jamie and Peter went joyriding with some locals, the rest of us found our way back. Talked in the kitchen with some French guy who was actually supposed to be there and ate some peanut butter sandwiches. Come to think of it, not sure how we got back in the second time. The door definitely locks after you close it. Ah well. Slept comfortably.

Sept. 30, 2009

Woke up early, hungover and with about 4 hours of sleep. Got some cleaning done and packed for the trip. Renting a car from some lady in town. No signed papers, just trusting us to return with the car. Got a rather late start, as everyone else is dragging today, too. But, after figuring out how to get the car to go in reverse, we headed out. Drove through the Golden Circle, a popular scenic area. Climbed this small volcanic hill, took in some great views of the undulating mountains, and the road twisting through them. Then drove to the town of Geysir, which geysers are named after. The geysers there erupted about once every 5 minutes. The light was very dim by the time we got there, but they still looked amazing as the bubbling water would suddenly explode, shooting a steam jet 50 feet into the air. Isidora and Johanna had a couch to sleep on in a small college outside of Borganes, so we headed there in the darkness. I relieved Isidora from driving for a while, learning to drive stick as we went. Did pretty well, but have trouble getting into first from a stop. Leaving the main road around Iceland, route one, we encountered quite a few stretches of unpaved road which, at points, had me thinking the tires were going to fall off. Stopped off in the middle of nowhere so that all of us could stretch. Got back in and...car doesn't start. Hm. Peter, Jamie, and I began to push the car, not that we'd get anywhere, but, eh, why not. After about 10 yards, the wheel apparently locked up, and we could only watch and laugh as the car containing Isidora and Johanna slowly rolled off of the road and into a ditch. Was pretty sure it was stuck there, but somehow the 5 of us managed to push it out and back onto the road. Waited a while. Checked under the hood. Everything fine, besides the stupid battery. Wait some more. Finally stood in the road as a car came from the opposite direction. The were some jumper cables in the back of our car, and after a turn of our key, the car started, and off we went. Arrived in the small college in Bifröst around 11:30. A stray dog and cat kept following us around everywhere we went. It was weird. Apparently the dog had swine flu. Ate some dinner in the place that the girls were staying. Handed Jamie and Peter my tent. I slept in the car.

Sept. 29, 2009

Hmmm, writing this post a few days too late. Don't really know what I did. Let's see if I can make up something interesting. After defeating the horrible dragon, the townspeople felt it necessary to throw a parade in my honor. Hm, this sucks. Its been relatively decent weather. Getting to know the lay of the land here at the house. Everyone around here are cool cats. OK, that's today. Ah yes, remembering now. One of the housemates, who is a chef-in-training made a really good Thai pasta dish and some mushroom soup for dinner. Went out with a bunch of people to a bar for Karaoke night. Drank my fill, and sang a few songs with the other brave souls. Several people were shocked by how bad my voice was, despite me warning them; always a victory. Was a hell of a fun time though. Planning a trip up north for the next few days with Isidora, Jamie, Peter, and Johanna.

Sept. 27-28

Hm, things are so much less exciting when you are paying for a room. On the 27th, woke up, chatted with some people at the hostel over breakfast, did some reading, and asked the woman at the front desk where I could acquire some propane. She went in back, returned with a full cannister that someone had left. Free? Fantastic. Headed to the library. Only the university library open on Sunday. Went there, tried to pay for a couple hours of internet, their system was messed up, but they referred me to a couple of computers that have free access for 15 minutes at a time. So spent a while writing emails, looking for possible places to stay or work, and waiting for the computer to automatically restart every 15. Rode around town, resupplied, ate dinner, and fell asleep really early.
Woke up next morning, showered, packed up my stuff, headed to the library for more clerical duties. Got an email back from the people I contacted about volunteering at a music festival called Iceland Airwaves. Said that all spots were full, but they'd see what they could do. A beautiful cloudless, windless day, so I made sure to roam around aimlessly for a while. Gave the music festival people a call, and scheduled an interview downtown. Through an organization called Worldwide Friends, and they organize work camps all around; Iceland Airwaves was just one of the events they participated in. Met with the organizers, Toti and Iris, and after knowing my age, name, and experience with Habitat for Humanity, told me I had a spot and that I could grab a bed upstairs. This seems too easy... Cult? Nah, they just recognize great talent when they see it. Met some people in the house that had just finished up working for the film festival, and were leaving in a day or so. People from Scottland, Serbia, Greece, Germany, Boston, and so on. All had a positive experience in volunteering. I find out my job is as one of the 4 volunteer leaders for the festival, with 33 total. This means free stay at the house. Well, some cleaning duties until the festival begins, but this great. Hang out at the house, which is right downtown, go and purchase myself a celebratory sketchbook and some pens. Go out to eat with a group of the people here. Have seafood on a skewer. We ordered cod, monkfish, scallop, and Mink whale. Whelp, the first three were delicious. Go on to the whale, and it tastes like steak from a cow thats been swimming around in the ocean, seasoned with a pinch of guilt. Its not endangered or anything, but whaling is such a taboo act that I can't help but feel like I am doing something inherently evil. It was pretty good, though.

Sept. 26, 2009

Wake up very well rested. Lay in bed a while longer just for the hell of it. Breakfast of cheese and crackers topped off with a little hazelnut spread. Have plenty of time before I need to be out, so I take another quick shower, revel in the warmth a while longer, pack up, and head out into the wind. Going to try to make it back to Reykjavik so I can use the internets...hopefully by getting someone to drive me through the tunnel. Stop by a few stores in search of a power adapter with no luck. Stop by a bakery and have some baked goods that provided far more sugar that I needed. Also had a coffee...I don't know why. Bakery girls give me an English magazine while I sip on my cafe au lait und hazelnoot. It almost seems proper. This behavior must end. Bid farewell to the bakery girls and head to the highway to stretch out my hitchin' thumb. This will be a difficult task with a bike. Hail storm greets me. Really freakin stings when a good-sized pellet catches the top of your ear, but I keep my hood down to look more presentable. You'll take my bike? Oh, but you are headed to Bourganes. Going to Reykjavik? No bike. Bourganes. I sense a trend. Two hail storms and a third one on the way, I decide to head back into town to regroup. I could really go for some coffe and some baked goods. Riding into ridiculous wind, I hobble back to the bakery, get my stupid coffee and a delicious roll with butter. One of the bakery girls inquires as to my origin. You spent a year in the states? Cool. In Pennsylvania? No shit, I'm from there. You were an exchange student at Nazareth High School? What the fuck. Small world. Small dreary town in Iceland. The one person I talk to there lived in the small dreary town next to me. Free coffee refill? Sigh, sure. Finish my lunch, and though I´d love to chit-chat, its time to work the highway again. I'm a loner, Icelandic bakery girl. A rebel. Finally, a worker in a flatbed truck pulls over. Not going all the way to Reykjavik, but at least through the tunnel? "Ya.". Take the ride, stop right before the tunnel. Damnit! Miscommunication, you's a bitch. He takes a left up some other road and I am left far from town and just as far from Reykjavik, for all intensive purposes. Thankfully, about 15 minutes later, a Jeep stops. Throw my bike in, and yes, he is going to Reykjavik. In between business calls, I learn that he owns a digital printing company. We talk politics, economy, and U.S. cities. A woman keeps calling the carphone seemingly displeased, and his responses are OK. Yep. OK. OK. Turns out, its his wife. Not too happy he's picked up a hitch hiker. He laughs it off, though. Drops me off at McDonald's in town, and I ride a short ways to the hostel. I offer to work in exchange for a room. Apologetically rejected. Get a room for 2 nights anyway, as I've some business to do here. Girl cuts me a deal, and I pay 2100 kr per night instead of 2600. Ride around searching for a power adapter. The place everyone refers me to is closed. Able to charge my ipod in the back of a computer at the hostel at least. Eat cheese and cracker dinner. Read up on the goings on downtown tonight. Decide to catch a film at the film festival, "Daytime Drinking", and then some bands at a bar. Film was pretty funny. Takes me far too long to find the bar, considering I parked my bike right next to it unknowingly and then searched around for the next half hour. Have a beer by my lonesome, then eventually make friends with a French girl doing the same. One band had one of those electromagnetic field creepy sound instruments. Pretty cool. The last band had Bjork's son as the bassist. They were decent, but did no compare to the band featuring the drummer in a gorilla suit. One of the French girl´s(Laure) friends joined us(Rodrigo from Sao Paolo). We were all travelling alone. Talked about politics, demographics, Brasilian, French, American cities. Exchanged info, and rode my bike in calm weather back to the hostel.

Sept. 25, 2009

Great day. Wake up after an hour or so of sleep to a golden sunrise over the mountains. Fuckin storm finally broke and I was able to pack my pack proper outside of the tent. Still weary and hungry, but screw it. This is travelling weather, so I need to take advantage of it while it lasts. Slow going up and down large hills. My legs don't have much push and my hands are cold, but just warm enough to not wear gloves. Can see sun-lit land toward the mouth of the fjörd, but being in the mountain shadow, still a ways from me. Finally cross a bridge and the road begins to head in the direction of Akranes. I see steam rising from the top of the next hill. Fuck yea! A broken geothermal pipe. Sweet, sweet heat. My hands burn in ecstasy. Fill my bowl with water from my bladder, and cook some Rice Sides in the steaming sulfur water. While I wait, I notice a rusted warehouse with a missing door. I read earlier that there is an abandoned U.S. army base from WWII around here. Look down the road and see a bunch of old barracks. How bout that. Venture into the warehouse while my meal cooks. It is heaven encapsulated in corrugated steel. Old rusted car parts, old rusted fishing equipment, old rusted monsterous oil equipment. I stand and stare, eyes sparkling. I run back to retrieve my bike and meal, and then sneak back in, being careful not to be seen by the few passing cars that might try to steal me from my new found treasure. After wolfing down my crappy Rice Sides, I spend the next hour or so exploring and examining the artifacts strewn about. Ford and GM crank shafts, gears, doors, tires from the '40's. Huge pipe wrenches and oil pipe heads coming from the ground. A huge cast-iron oil pump made in Wisconsin. And commercial fishing hooks and line. I cut off some hooks and line for myself. A random drawer containing books in Icelandic from the '50's. I sure am tired though. And a storm rolls in. Take some plywood, styrofoam, and an old leather car bench seat and make myself the most comfortable spot to lay upon since I got here. With the walls creaking and rattling from the storm, I pass out smiling. "OY!", is what I wake up to as I rip my head out of the mummy bag and see a guy in a full rubber suit staring at me from the doorway. Long story short, I explain my being here. He is happy that I am not the drunken, passed-out whaler he expected. He is headed to Akranes in 2 hours? He´ll give me and my bike a ride? What a magical warehouse. What an understanding oilworker. While I wait for him to get off work and return, I realize that I really have to shit. The old rusty oil drums in the back of the warehouse are just oo good to pass up. I stack a couple of tires at the base of one, undo the lid, and voila: a proper toilet. Put the lid back on, attatch the ringlock, and´I've left my mark for some poor curious soul to discover in a couple hundred years, or whenever they decide to tear that place down. Oil man returns as promised. Throw my bike and pack in the truck bed, help him load some boards, and off to Akranes. Nice guy. Chat a bit on the way. Drops me off at a pizza shop. I eat a pizza. Then wander around town in failing light and worsening weather. A small town. Nothing going on. Search for a place to stay. No hotels? Shit. Worse weather. Rumors of a guest house across town. Accidentally go to wrong end of town. Wind make bike riding very difficult. Finally find this place next to violent waves crashing on the adjacent rocks. Lower my head and walk to the gate. Locked. Hmm, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to set up tent in this weather. Here comes the rain. Fuck it, walk around to the back door. An old guy in his kitched spots me and meets me at the door. This is a gues house but...nobody here tonight. I get a whole floor with shower, kitchen and toilet for 5.000 kr. Its no crippled tent, but I guess this will have to do. The place is heated...interesting. The shower, hot....peculiar. The bed, soft and complete with pillow and comforter. I don´t trust it. I know its just waiting for me to lie down so it can devour me and my water-logged clothes. Oh well, half hour later I am drying off my hair witha towel and walking around shirtless in my mesh shorts. Dinner of cheese and crackers purchased in town, plus some hazelnut spread that was in one of the shelves. Sometimes things just work out.

Sept. 24, 2009

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.