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Day One:
Icelandic Ponies
Norse Attack
Fjörugardurrin
Blue Lagoon

Day Two:
Black Sand Beach
Sea Kayaking
Stokkseyri
Whitewater Rafting
Skidaskalínn
NightClubs

Day Three:
Jökulsárlón
Jöklasel
Midfellsegg
Idno
Clubbing Again

Day Four:
Apótek
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Top: Empty beach chairs line the seawall

Right: Strokkur fires off a shot

Left: Stokkseyri houses

Stokkseyri has but one restaraunt, not counting the general store and the grill at the Shell station. Fjörubordid means "on the shore", and it nestles up against the rocky harbor where the fishing boats set out to ply their trade. Surrounded by small houses and a few industrial buildings, it was hard to recognize as a restaurant, as no visible sign hung outside.

Inside, our eyes adjusted to the dim, seemingly smoky atmosphere, lit only by candles and lanterns. Long trestle tables with benches lined the room. Large tubs of Grösch beer and bottles of wines soon slaked our thirst. A long buffet table with large dishes of potatoes, small lobsters, salad and the ever-present homebaked bread awaited our appetites. We ate like we'd never eaten before, succulent lobsters, dripping in butter, bread slathered with "skyr", small potatoes and salads merely an afterthought to the many crustaceans consumed.

Lunch over, we had a few minutes to wander around the village before boarding the Jeeps for the ride into the interior. The buildings and houses showed the ravages of the harsh winter weather along the ocean. Tackle and old boats lay in small piles near the fishing sheds. The friendly Íslanders bid us farewell as the caravan headed west towards Selfoss and the Hvita river.

Continuing our journey northward, Inga's voice could be heard over the CB radio, detailing the variegated history of the area. She told us of trolls and dwarves, and of Iceland's first settler, Ingólfur Arnarson, who is reputedly buried atop Ingólfsfjall, a 551m peak of solid rock.

We made a brief stop at Geysir, the home of the original spouting hot spring. The great Geysir stopped erupting a few years ago, much to the dismay of Íslanders, but its smaller cousin, Strokkur, spouts off every few minutes. Inga told us how after several years of dormancy, Geysir was coaxed back into action by pouring a load of soap flakes into the hole. We were lucky to see both Geysir and Strokkur spout, first forming a huge hot water bubble and then shooting skyward for 60 feet.

 

 

The Great Geysir erupts for our viewing pleasure.

 

 

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