I opened the curtains to a nice red sunrise this morning. Although by the end of the day, the old saying that a red sky in the morning isn’t such a good thing came true. The rain held off until around 5pm though, so not all bad.
I left the hotel (where I’d been their only guest that night!) and began making my way back toward the airport to collect Georgie tomorrow morning. My first stop was a little way off Route 1 though, Kerið crater.
Kerið is around 3000 years old and has a nice blue lake at the bottom. Unusually there was a small entrance fee to walk around it (everything else I saw so far has been free).
One side is more shallowly sloped and you can walk down. An old bench was half in the water?
From here, I headed down to the south coast, stopping on the way to look at a cave, Raufharholshellir. This cave is around 1.3km long and formed from an old lava tube. I poked my head in the entrance (the ceiling has caved in a little further in) but I didn’t go exploring as I didn’t have a hard hat or light, both of which would really be necessary.
On the south coast I saw a lighthouse from the road, so ventured down a dirt track to take a look.
The ground all around the south coast is volcanic, and there were slabs of dried lava everywhere
I continued west from here, turning off to the Seltun geothermal area at Krysuvik. A boardwalk here leads through boiling mud pools, sulphurous rock and hot springs. Fumaroles are venting hot steam constantly. It was quite fascinating to walk around.
It was possible to walk up the side of one of the hills, giving a nice view back to the lower section with the boardwalk, and to get close to the vent on the side of the mountain:
From Seltun, I continued west. On the very southwestern tip of Iceland, there’s another hot spring area where the Reykjanes geothermal powerplant is located, with the steel pipes spreading out across the landscape. There’s also a lighthouse here.
My final stop before tonight was “Midlina” – a small bridge built over a crack in the landscape. The signposts claim that one side of the bridge is on the European plate, the other the American. While the rift in the plates does pass through the area I’m not 100% convinced the boundary is this clearly delineated, and indeed, viewing on Google Earth shows many rifts like this in the surrounding landscape. It’s a nice touch though, and as ever, was occupied by another British school trip when I arrived.