Tourist Facilities

Yesterday we'd thought the weather was pretty bad, but this was only because we hadn't experienced today's conditions! The wind continued to blow in our faces all day, and within minutes of leaving the tent, the rain set in. Again, there were two significant climbs for the day and again, it felt like tough going.

Half way through the day, feeling somewhat tired and dejected, we took shelter in a gas station, where we ate chocolate and dripped on their floor. We were now well off the tourist trail and we felt quite out of place among the gathering of local men watching Olympic handball on TV.

The second climb of the day took us over some particularly bleak and exposed moorland, where the wind was just incredible, slowing us to a crawl. Descending back to the valley, we stopped for a snack at perhaps our favourite picnic spot of the entire trip - furnished with neither the bench nor the tree advertised on the sign.



Today's efforts, however, were rewarded, and by the end of the day we were almost back down to the West coast, and within what felt like a stone's throw of Reykjavik.