Day 30 has been pretty quiet. For the most part I’ve been driving along the main road back towards Reykjavik.
Soon into the journey I passed a couple of nice glacier tongues coming down from Vatnajokull:
I continued along, and the weather was worsening after the decent couple of days I’ve just enjoyed. Approaching Vik, a large, flat mountain loomed out of the mist. This is Hjörleifshöfði, a 221m high lump of rock which until the 14th century was a coastal headland. After that, volcanic material ejected from Katla moved the coast further out. The rock is named after the first settler of Icelands’ foster brother who was killed by his slaves!
I continued past Vik, until I reached the turning to a glacier that’s easily accessible, Sólheimajökull. There’s a parking area and small cafe, and you can then walk half a mile to the glacier itself. It’s possible to go walking on the glacier with a guide, although I didn’t do this (there were two sets of British school parties doing it though, -sigh-), but it was still fun to walk up to the edge and look at the huge mass of ice snaking its way up the mountain.
There was an informative board about the glacier and ice cap, and Katla underneath:
Worryingly, the sign mentions Katla erupts twice a century on average, but the last one was just under a hundred years ago…
From here I continued on, and took the turning which leads to the ferry for the Westman Islands. The wind had really picked up out on the coast. A quick snap of the beach while getting sandblasted and I returned to the main road.
It was only half a mile before turning the other way off the main road, heading inland. Route 250 is a gravel road that cuts the corner up to route 261 which is where my hotel for the night is located. On the way, I passed a little hill just off the road:
As I turned into the driveway to the hotel I was greeted with a nice view back where I’d come from, with a panoramic view of Eyjafjallajökull- the volcano that erupted back in 2010 and caused all sorts of chaos (and cost us a few hundred pounds to get home from Portugal). I gave it the international hand signal, before taking a picture.
It transpires that I’m the only person staying in this hotel tonight- I feel bad, the people probably wanted a night off 🙁