Awoke to a very windy morning, still pitch black, and got suited up for the short walk to the main house for breakfast. Quite a spread, with smoked and pickled fish, two types of home-made bread – one cooked in the steam from the hot springs – and one unmissable novelty, the chance to boil an egg in the hot springs using a contraption like a fishing rod with a net on the end. Naturally Alex did so!
We left shortly after it got light – at around 10.30. We set out on the itinerary prepared for us by the travel agent, but got distracted by what looked like a small volcano beside the road, with a cluster of white crosses at its base. Alex was determined to climb up – it was quite steep and near the top the wind became so strong that we really couldn’t stand, so we slipped and slithered back down across a mixture of ice and gravel. Later we found that the crosses commemorated those killed on the road between Reykjavik and Selfoss.Our next stop was Seljalandsfoss, a dramatic waterfall which in summertime you can walk behind - although this is impossible with ice on the ground. The steps leading to the path were covered in icicles, a really dramatic sight. We spent some time here, enjoying the views, eating last night’s pizza for lunch and – in Alex’s case – sliding down the slopes on a mini-toboggan we had brought with us. Worth also mentioning the toilets here – picturesque wooden huts with heaters, very luxurious!
We drove a little further along the road, where there were further waterfalls, and then turned back onto route 1 for a visit to Seljavallalaug – a hot spring-fed natural swimming pool supposed to be very picturesque. Here the effects of the 2010 volcanic eruption were clear to see – the ground was covered with black cinder and the last section of the road was blocked off. It was so windy that we were pebbledashed by the cinder when we opened the car windows, so we decided to move on after admiring the dramatic scenery.
Our next destination was Dyrhólaey, a rocky promontory which we reached by a causeway. From here we had a great view of the setting sun, behind a rock arch, on one side and on the other a black beach alongside an inlet. It was beginning to get dark as we pressed on to Reynisfjara, a dramatic black beach with stacks of basalt columns. Alex enjoyed skimming stones here, and we almost missed the cave around the headland where the bottom of the basalt stacks formed the ceiling.Although it was almost dark, we continued to Vik in the hope of finding somewhere to buy a drink – we had seen no cafes or filling stations all day so we had nothing to drink since breakfast. It was before 5pm when we reached Vik but everything was closed. We used the autopay to top up the tank with diesel and then headed back to our hotel, close to the first waterfall of the morning.
When we got out of the car at Hotel Anna it was all we could do to close the boot against the wind. The hotel is homely and old-fashioned and our room is right off the reception area. Exploring, we find that Anna was a real person who, despite humble beginnings on a farm nearby and only 4 years of education, travelled the world and wrote several books. There are jars on a shelf containing ash from the eruption in 2010.The menu for dinner is typical for Iceland but alien to us – the meat options were lamb, horse or whale! Alex enjoys the horse, as well as the inevitable jokes about being able to eat one. The main topic of conversation is the likelihood of seeing the Northern Lights – it’s a clear night, which bodes well, but the forecast for auroral activity is very low. The chances of Aurora tomorrow are much higher, but the forecast is for heavy cloud.
At least, we go outside a couple of times and look at the sky just in case. The stars are beautiful and the moon is bright, but no Aurora. Still, with so much to see they’re not essential – just the icing on an already delicious cake. In between we keep up with new year's celebrations around the world on BBC World.