Thursday 12 August 2021

Iceland (3): A Calving Glacier, a Basalt Pavement and an Otherworldly Canyon

Jökulsárlón, Kirkjubæjarklaustur and Fjaðrárgljúfur: Canny Names, Canny Places

Iceland

Although intending to spend the night at the isolated hotel at the end of the red line on the map below, a mix up by our travel agents had sent us back to a hotel just outside Kirkjubæjarklaustur. Even Icelanders find the name intimidating and often call the village simply ‘Klaustur’ – and so shall I.

Our relocation meant our morning’s intended visit to Jökulsárlón now required a drive of 124km along Route 1, Iceland’s Hringvegur (ring road).

Day 3, we drove from Kirkjubæjarklaustur to Jökulsárlón (ringed) and back

Kirkjubæjarklaustur to Jökulsárlón

As we had yesterday evening, we drove alongside the inland cliffs over the old lava fields that long ago replaced the sea, and past the stream with its little waterfalls that was again attracting a crowd of photographers. Then we approached what looked like the end of the cliff - or possibly the world.

Towards the end of the cliff east of Klaustur

Beyond, we entered a plain of younger lava as we headed for the distant, cloud covered bulk of Vatnajökull (lit: Glacier of Lakes). Covering 7,900km² (8% of Iceland’s land area) and with ice thickness averaging 380m, Vatnajökull is Iceland’s largest ice cap and the second largest in Europe. We would have to visit the Russian arctic island of Novaya Zemlya to see the largest, and I doubt that will happen.

Towards Vatnajökull

Hvannadalshnúkur, Iceland’s highest peak at 2,110 m (6,900 ft), is somewhere up in the mist on this corner of the icecap.

‘Jökull’ (j as in English y, ö like the u in English fur, ll like tch or tk depending in the speaker) means glacier. Vatnajökull is a roughly circular ice cap glacier with numerous outlet glaciers leading off it. We stopped at a pull-off to inspect the snouts of a pair of such glaciers coming down either side of a rocky outcrop.

A pair of glaciers either side of a rocky outcrop Vatnajökull

At low level there is abundant meltwater running off the glaciers into channels scoured through the lava field. Of the many bridges, most are single track (some were being upgraded), but there is little traffic on the ring road so the chances of having to stop for someone else to cross are very small – though not quite zero.

Stopping for traffic by a bridge over a meltwater channel

The only real traffic we encountered was at our closest approach to the ice cap where we swung right to follow it down to the sea. Here a convoy of vehicles following a four-wheel drive pulled out of the Skaftafell Terminal Tour Centre. They soon turned into a minor road towards Svinafelljökull and a glacier tour.

Jökulsárlón

According to the Rough Guide even in winter [Jökulsárlón] is one of Iceland’s tourist black holes, the car park choked with rental vehicles and tour buses and crowds milling in every direction. We drove our rental car there in mid-summer and although there were plenty of cars and people it was not overcrowded. Presumably Covid was keeping down the numbers, particularly of tour buses.

In these latitudes the Little Ice Age persisted until the end of the 19th century. By 1890 the Vatnajökull outlet glacier Breiðamerkurjökull (they do have some names!) had advanced to around 1km from the coast. Since then, it has retreated to over 6km.

In the 1930s a proglacial lake or lagoon formed in the depression left by the retreating glacier. The lake, named Jökulsárlón, grew as the glacier continued its retreat. In 1975 Jökulsárlón covered some 8km² which has now increased to 18km². It is believed to be the deepest lake in Iceland with a maximum depth close to 300m.

The lake is now owned by the Icelandic state and they have built a mound to give visitors a panoramic view.

The glacier’s tongue floats on the water and icebergs are being continually calved into the lake.

Breiðamerkurjökull looking across Jökulsárlón

Often as much as 30m high they drift gently seawards decreasing in size as the slowly melt.

Recent(ish) icebergs in Jökulsárlón

Inflatables and amphibious vehicles take tourists out for a closer look, the amphibians loading and unloading by the observation mound.

Amphibious vehicle returns, Jökulsárlón

Kayakers also paddle about the lake, as do grey seals. The ring of water between the leading kayak and the other two boats was caused by a seal uncooperatively submerging as I pressed the shutter. Those whom seals approve can spot them basking on the icebergs, but clearly I have inadvertently upset sealkind.

Tourist boat, kayaks, but nor seals, Jökulsárlón

Further from the glacier, but conveniently beside the car park, most icebergs run aground. They largely sit still, though currents and wind can shift them, until further melting allows them to continue their journey. On average a berg will spend some five years in the lagoon.

Lynne and the icebergs, Jökulsárlón

Icebergs can be milky white or bright blue, depending on the air trapped within and the way light hits the ice crystals. Some have black veins, a few are completely black having picked up volcanic inclusions from past eruptions.

Icebergs, Jökulsárlón

There was a commotion on the far side of the lake. One berg, the size of a small car, turned over, and those around started rushing for the sea with unglacial urgency

To reach the sea, the bergs must traverse the length of the Jökulsárl, Iceland’s shortest river. It is usually quoted as being 1km long, but measuring the obvious channel gives 440m. It is the only river in the world (as far as I know) that can be photographed in one shot.

Icebergs jostle down the River Jökulsárl 

At the end is Diamond Beach, its black volcanic sand studded with washed up icebergs which might, if tourist marketing is your thing, be said to resemble diamonds.

Kirkjubæjarklaustur (Klaustur)

Our drive back to Klaustur was uneventful but on our return the village and its surrounds no longer looked wild and remote but well-populated and green. The road to Jökulsárlón had changed our perceptions.

Nearing Klaustur, the region looking green and almost over-populated

Jóns Steingrimsson and the Fire Mass

In the main street (there are few others!), opposite the tourist information centre, is the Kapella Eldprestins, the ‘Chapel of the Fire Priest’.

The Chapel of the Fire Priest, Klaustur

The church is obviously modern, but in the adjacent field is a depression, presumably the site of the old church and the grave of Jóns Steingrimsson, the ‘Fire Priest’ himself.

The grave of Jons Steingrimsson, Klaustur

Laki is a volcano between Vatnajökull and the smaller Mýrdalsjökull we saw yesterday. Associated fissures run from one icecap to the other through the volcano which is 30km inland from Klausters, though the fissures come much closer.

Laki erupted in June 1783 with explosive ejection of lava at multiple sites along the fissures.

On July 20th 1783 as a wall of lava moved towards Klaustur, Jóns Steingrimsson gathered the population in his church, and gave an impassioned sermon begging the Almighty to spare the church, the people, and the town from the fiery consequences of their ungodly lifestyle.

He was an effective preacher as the Eldmessa (Fire Mass), as his last-ditch effort became known, stopped the lava 200m from the church.

Unfortunately, in the bigger picture, the saving of Klaustur was a minor victory. The eruption, which continued until February 1784, poisoned the grasslands, killing most of Iceland’s farm animals and causing a famine that killed a quarter of the population. Weather patterns were affected worldwide and poor harvests were commonplace, the worst famine killing about a sixth of Egypt’s population. In Europe, clouds of sulphur dioxide formed an enduring reddish haze, resulting in several hundred thousand deaths from respiratory ailments.

Systrakaffi

Despite having only 500 inhabitants Klaustur is the biggest settlement on Route 1 between Vík and Höfn (a distance of 272km) and has a fuel station, a bank, a post office, a supermarket and a café.

The café, next door to the church is called Systrakaffi, ‘systra’ being a reference to the sisters of the Benedictine convent which existed here from 1186 until the Icelandic Reformation in 1550. It may call itself a café, but it is actually a full-scale café-bar-restaurant. We dropped in for a light lunch – coffee and pizza – and found they had plenty of customers.

Kirkjugólf ("The Church Floor")

The so-called church floor is in a field beside the village. The tops of basalt columns buried in the earth form a natural pavement which (with a little imagination) resembles a paved church floor.

Lynne of the 'Church Floor', Klaustur

It is not very big, but it is remarkable. I had always taken it on trust that basalt columns are regular hexagons, but I had never before seen them from above. Allowing for their becoming chipped over the millennia, these are polygons, many but by no means all are hexagons and few are regular. The most obvious feature in the picture below is a regular pentagon…

Part of the 'Church Floor', Klaustur (with the end of a shoe for scale)

….while one area is composed of rectangles.

Rectangular basalt columns, Church Floor', Klaustur

I find this fascinating, though I am a retired maths teacher and others might see it differently. As geology is one of my areas of ignorance, I shall quote from the ever-reliable Wikipedia. During the cooling of a thick lava flow, contractional joints or fractures form. If a flow cools relatively rapidly, significant contraction forces build up. While a flow can shrink in the vertical dimension without fracturing, it cannot easily accommodate shrinking in the horizontal direction unless cracks form; the extensive fracture network that develops results in the formation of columns. These structures are predominantly hexagonal in cross-section, but polygons with three to twelve or more sides can be observed.

Hildishaugur, Hildir’s Grave Mound

Walking to and from the ‘Church Floor’ we passed Hildir’s Grave Mound.

Hildir's Grave Mound, Klaustur

Icelandic heritage is largely Nordic, but they have an Irish side, too. St Brendan may have visited Iceland several centuries before the first Norse settlers, and Klaustur was reputedly a haven for Irish hermits long before the Benedictine convent was built.

The hermits were horrified when a pagan called Hildir Eysteinsson announced he was moving in amongst them. Fortunately, the first (and last) thing he did when he arrived was to drop down dead. He is buried under Hildir’s Grave Mound. There may or may not be a grain of truth hidden in that story.

Stjórnarfoss

Near Kirkjugólf a path between a river and the village camp site leads to Stjórnarfoss, one of Klaustur’s two waterfalls. Annoyingly, the closer you approach the waterfall, the less you can see as the sloping section becomes hidden behind the bulging rock at the bottom.

Stjórnarfoss, Klaustur

Fjaðrárgljúfur

A couple of kilometres west of Klaustur, Route 206 leaves the Ring Road and heads north. It winds past a small farming community and heads up over a hill where Route F206 turns off to the right. F roads are highland roads, irregularly maintained gravel tracks which always have potholes and often fords of unknown depth. F roads require four-wheel drive and vehicles travel in groups of 2 or more.

The (effless) 206 also becomes a gravel road before descending to a car park where it ends. We had reached the old sea cliffs, now separated from the waves by several kilometres of lava flows. Numerous waterfalls tumble over these cliffs, some mere wisps of spray blown in the wind, some mare’s tales (see yesterday’s post) others outright torrents (see tomorrow’s)

Occasionally a river finds a weak spot and over the millennia excavates a canyon. The River Fjaðrá (Feather River) has done exactly that, and Route 206 ends where Fjaðrárgljúfur (Feather River Canyon) opens onto the lava plain.

The mouth of Fjaðrárgljúfur and the lava plain beyond

A well-made path leads up - at first sharply and then more gently - beside the canyon…


The path up the side of Fjaðrárgljúfur

…and follows the top of the canyon wall.

Fjaðrárgljúfur

Small paths to airy rock promontories are fenced off, both for the health of the canyon and the health of those who might venture out there. In May 2019, Fjaðrárgljúfur was closed for safety reasons after its appearance in a Justin Bieber music video caused a surge of visitors. Appropriately for my age, I have heard of Justin Bieber and believe he is allegedly a singer, but know (and care) nothing more. We were happily unaware we were following in his footprints.

Fjaðrárgljúfur

The canyon is 100m deep…

Fjaðrárgljúfur

…and 2km long. It starts, and our outward walk ended, where the Fjaðrá slides down a section of hard rock from the plateau above.

The River Fjaðrá slides into Fjaðrárgljúfur

The path continues over the heath beyond. Two white buildings can be seen in the distance, an isolated farm presumably connected to the rest of the world by Route F206.

The path beyond Fjaðrárgljúfur

Liking The Magma Hotel

Returning to Klaustur, we followed the same side road that yesterday took us to our less than stellar accommodation. Before reaching it, we turned into the drive of the Magma Hotel.

‘You will like the Magma,’ we were told yesterday during the emergency rebooking, but our view of the first row of cabins on a low, cold ridge did little to impress.

Part of the Magma Hotel - it doesn't look like much!

Reception and the restaurant occupied a separate building, hidden in a dip behind the ridge. We checked in and found one of those cabins was to be ours for the night. We turned the key with trepidation but Icelanders care much more for the interior of a building than how it looks from outside. Our room was comfortable, light and airy and far larger than seemed possible from the exterior. The wall opposite the door was one large window with a view over pools and a river running through old grassed-over lava fields. We did like the Magma.

View from our room, Magma Hotel

Arctic Char

With no other restaurant nearby, we dined at the hotel. Generally, in Iceland the ingredients are good quality and the cooking competent but lacking in flair. Menus tend to be short, expensive and unimaginative. At Magma we were, for once, offered something different.

Arctic Char is related to salmon, spawning in fresh water and spending its adult life in the ocean. It is common throughout the sub-arctic region but appears on too few Icelandic menus.

Scottish farmed salmon is becoming a pest, ever-present in British supermarkets it has invaded Portuguese menus, at least in the Algarve, where they have better and fresher fish of their own, I have even seen it in Vietnamese markets. The unfortunate fish never have the chance to flex their muscles, so it is pale pink, flabby and bland. Arctic char has everything farmed salmon has lost, yet is a distinctly different fish. Firm, close textured and fine flavoured it was served with Icelandic potatoes (as they told us proudly) and pak choi, presumably from the greenhouses of Hvaragerði.

Arctic Char, Magma Hotel, Klaustur

Good food deserved a bottle of wine, and I spotted that the humble ‘Vin de France’ on the wine list was made by the ever-reliable Bouchard Ainé of Beaune. Working in the heart of Burgundy, most years they will have declassified Vin de Bourgogne to sell off, and this bottle did not disappoint. Quality wine at a bargain price - by Icelandic standards.

We had desserts, too. Lava pudding a local speciality like a chocolate fondant, and a cake, crisp on top, crumbly within.

Desserts

It was our most expensive meal in Iceland (and there were no cheap ones!) but it was the best, and worth every krona.


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Wednesday 11 August 2021

Iceland (2): Lava, Puffins and Sea Stacks

Route 1 West from Reykjavik

Iceland

The title of this post appears a tad enigmatic, but although the map below shows no road numbers, Route 1, the Hringvegur (ring road), which runs right round the island can be clearly seen. Our day’s journey of around 240km is shown in red. Nothing is marked at the end, because there was nothing - except the hotel where we intended to stay. The box in the bottom left corner informs us that large dots mark ‘cities over 6,000’, medium dots ‘other main cities’, small dots ‘other cities.’ The word ‘city’ here is being stretched to include villages, even hamlets, and the small number of named settlements on the map suggests there are not many people about.

Our day's journey in southern Iceland

Leaving Reykjavik

Overnight (18.00 to 09.00) parking in Reykjavik is free, so our one hour ticket timed 17.30 allowed us until half past 9 to breakfast, check out and trundle our cases up the road.

Leaving our hotel (last building on the right) in its oddly village like setting in central Reykjavik

Reykjavik is not a large city, but. two thirds of Iceland’s 370,000 citizens live either in Reykjavik or the surrounding area so finding our way out of the urban sprawl took a while.

Into the South Iceland Region

We reached Route 1, which acts as an eastern by-pass, and followed it through the last of the city and up onto the ridge separating Iceland’s Capital Region from its Southern Region. For 30km we drove through lichen covered lava fields.

Lichen covered lava fields outside Reykjavik

Hveragerði

Before the road descends into Hveragerði, there is a pull off so drivers can pause to gawp at the thermal vents surrounding the village.

Thermal vents near Hveragerði

With over 2,000 people Hvaragerði is a large place to have been missed off a map which shows so many tiddlers but it is famed as Iceland’s hothouse town - and I inadvertently captured one on the photo above. Iceland’s weather is too cool to grow many vegetables other than potatoes (and Icelanders seem strangely proud of their spuds) but veggies grow well in hothouses heated by the abundant thermal energy of this volcanically active spot.

Oddities in the Icelandic Alphabet

Hvaragerði comtains one of the two Icelandic characters which no longer exist in English. The eth (or, in Icelandic eð) written Ð, ð, is pronounced like the th in father and the thorn Þ, þ like the th in thick. English speakers failed to notice their language had both voiced and voiceless dental fricatives so the letters were used interchangeably from the 8th century until the printing press replaced both with th. Welsh, on the other hand, recognised the difference and printers replaced the thorn with th and the eth with dd.

Selfoss

10km on, the town of Selfoss sits round the eastern end of the Ölfusábrú, the bridge over the Ölfusá. Before 1891 there was no bridge and no town - as there was no reason anyone would ever visit this spot. Selfoss now with 5,000 inhabitants, is a centre of the dairy industry and the biggest town and administrative centre of the Southern Iceland District. The eccentric former world chess champion Bobby Fischer became an Icelandic citizen in 2005. He died in 2008 and is buried just outside Selfoss.

Hella and Beyond

Hella, 35km further east, has a population of 800 and is another ‘town’ built because of a bridge. In 1927 a store was built by the Ytri-Rangá bridge and that grew into a village servicing the local agricultural industry. The main crop is potatoes.

Beyond Hella the old sea cliffs run parallel to the coast, though volcanic activity now means they are 5km or more inland. Small settlements nestle in the shelter of the cliffs.

A small settlement beneath the former sea cliffs in the land of Njál's Saga

This land is the setting for the 13th century epic Njál’s Saga. The settlement of Hvolsvöllur was used as a refuge during the 2010 eruption of Eyjafjallajökull – for some weeks a curse for airlines, their passengers and newsreaders as well as the locals.

Further on the land opens up…

Heading east on Route 1 about 20km before Vik

….and some 10km before Vik we turned off onto a minor road down to the coast at Dyrhólaey.

Dyrhólaey

Now firmly attached to the mainland, Dyrhólaey was an island formed 80,000 years ago by a submarine explosion. The ocean has eroded the island’s outer edge into a steep cliff with a single rocky promontory, in which the waves have battered a hole. Dyrhólaey means door-hill-island, not the most imaginative name perhaps, but its accuracy can’t be faulted.

The Promontory that gives Dyrhólaey its name

Dyrhólaey does not give the best angle for photographing itself, there is a better shot to come.

Once you have convinced yourself you are not about to be blown off this windswept rock...

Lynne's approach to not being blown away is to hang on to something heavy, like me

....the main attraction is the countless resident seabirds. Fulmars are, I read, the most common…

A Fulmar (until somebody tells me different), Dyrhólaey

Fulmars and Puffins

….but who looks at fulmars when the place is alive with puffins.

Puffins (1), Dyrhólaey

Puffins are locally common in the UK, particularly on the appropriately rocky parts of the West Wales coast, but I had never before seen one in the flesh. In real life they are as cute and comical as they appear on film, but I like to think we are laughing with them not at them (not that a puffin could spot the difference).

Puffins (2), Dyrhólaey

They fly in from the sea either singly or in groups of twenty or more. Often, they fly towards the rocks, have a look, bank sharply and wheel away. Did they come to the wrong roost, or have they popped back to give their mates an update on the fishing situation? Perhaps they just enjoy the clever flying. Who knows?

Puffins (3), Dyrhólaey

Mýrdalsjökull

From the high ground beside the puffins, we had a good view inland to Mýrdalsjökull (Mire Dale Glacier). 16km away at its nearest point and covering 600Km², Mýrdalsjökull is Iceland’s 4th biggest glacial icecap and covers the active volcano Katla. Sixteen eruptions have been documented since 930, roughly one every 70 years, the last in 1918 extending the coast line by 5km. The next is overdue, particularly after the 2010 eruption of nearby Eyjafjallajökull.

Mýrdalsjökull

Iceland lives up to its name, but the coast is washed by the warm Gulf Stream. It cannot do much for the cool summers (average daily max 13°C) but it moderates the winters and even in January most days venture above freezing. 50m of snow may fall annually on Mýrdalsjökull at 1,500m, but down on the coastal plain snowfall is very modest.

Reynisfjara Beach from Dyrhólaey

The Eastern side of Dyrhólaey ‘island’ overlooks the black volcanic sands of Reynisfjara….

Reynisfjara Beach

…a beach which sweeps round to the next headland and its set of sea stacks known as The Trolls.

The Trolls, Reynisfjara Beach

There is no access to Reynisfjara Beach from Dyrhólaey. Behind the beach is a lagoon fed by streams of meltwater….

The lagoon behind Reynisfjara Beach

…and that melt water find its way to the sea by swirling round the base of Dyrhólaey, the channel guarded by a stack known as Arnardrangur

Arnardrangur on the tip of Reynisfjara beach

This being Iceland, the car park was small but well made and beside it was a clean public toilet. Lynne needed to use this facility, but we still had no Icelandic money. No matter, the toilet door, like the parking meter in Reykjavik, was equipped for cards and one tap granted access. This was when we realised our whole Iceland excursion could realistically be totally cashless.

Reynisfjara Beach

The far end of Reynisfjara Beach was 3km away, as the puffin flies, but to get there we drove back to Route 1 and returned south on the next minor road, a 20km trip.

Although the gritty, black volcanic sand is not studded with sun loungers and umbrellas, and the rip currents and ‘sneaker waves’ make swimming in the cold sea extremely dangerous, Reynisfjara frequently appears on lists of the ‘world’s finest beaches’.

Sun and sand is not everything, there is also the view…

Dyrhólaey from Reynisfjara Beach

…at both ends of the beach, though one of the trolls is hidden from this angle.

The Trolls, Reynisfjara Beach

Visitors are advised not to turn their backs on the sea, nor approach within 30m. ‘Sneaker waves’ can, apparently, come from the calmest of seas, knock over the unwary and the undertow will deliver them to the rip currents. It sounds unlikely, but tourists die on this beach – although none did last year, an unintended benefit of Covid restrictions. The people in the photo above were ignoring these rules, and also risked being cut-off by the tide.

Trolls do stupid things, too. A group used to go out to pull boats onto the rocks. They so enjoyed their work that one night they stayed too late, dawn broke and they were turned to stone, hence the stacks off the headland.

Hálsanefshellir Cave

Hálsanefshellir Cave is more safely positioned on the headland…

Hálsanefshellir Cave

…with a pleasing collection of basalt columns…

Basalt columns, Hálsanefshellir Cave, Reynisfjara Beach

…also has a folk tale to tell. In the words of the information board (slightly abridged)…

Once upon a time a man in Mýrdal was walking past Hálsanefshellir early one morning when he heard sounds of festivities and dancing from within the cave. Outside the cave lay many sealskins. He took one of the skins, brought it home and locked it in a chest. A few days later he returned to the cave to find a young and beautiful woman there. She was naked and crying desperately. This was the seal whose skin he had taken. He gave her clothes, comforted her and took her to his home. She got along with him, but would not take to others and would often sit and look at the sea. As time passed, the man married her. Their union was harmonious and several children were born to them. The man left the skin locked in his chest and took the key with him wherever he went.

Once, when many years had passed, he forget the key when he rowed out to sea. When he returned the chest was open and both the skin and the woman were gone. She had taken the key, opened the chest out of curiosity and found the skin. Unable to resist the temptation, she bade her children farewell, put on her skin and plunged into the sea. Before doing so she is said to have uttered the following:

Woe is me,
I have seven children in the sea
And seven on land.

The man was greatly distressed. For years after, when he went fishing, a seal would swim round his boat, tears seeming to run from its eyes. He was always lucky with his fishing and gave the seal coloured shells and fish.

Lynne on the basalt columns, Hálsanefshellir Cave, Reynisfjara Beach

Other legends have been played out on this shore. In Game of Thrones, the area round the cave was Eastgate-on-the-Wall, the very end of the great wall dividing the realms of men from the icy wilderness beyond. And in part 1 of ‘Universe’ (shown 27/10/2021, BBC2), Brian Cox delivered several chunks of his semi-poetic narrative while walking the beach with Dyrhólaey in the background.

Tucked into a corner above the beach, the Black Sands Café is remarkably unobtrusive for such a large building. It was doing good business but despite the numbers, our onion rings, halloumi and coffee were swiftly delivered. Icelandic coffee is good and strong and readily available anywhere people gather together.

Vik and Mýrdalssandur

Back on Route 1, we crossed Reynisfjall, the ridge that divides the relatively fertile south west from the Mýrdalssandur (Mire Dale Sands), the lava dessert formed by Katla’s regular eruptions.

We will stop in Vik on our return journey on Friday, so for the moment I will say only that Vik has 300 inhabitants, is the biggest settlement for 70km in any direction and, according to the Lonely Planet is the last haven before taking on the deadening horizons of Mýrdalssandur.

For us, though Mýrdalssandur was a novelty so we found it interesting, at least for a while. The good people of Iceland have even arranged a pull-off where you can climb a gantry and gaze your full at the lava fields.

Mýrdalssandur

Anyway, they are all over before you reach Kirkjubæjarklaustur, 75kilometres from Vik.

Kirkjubæjarklaustur

Kirkjubæjarklaustur (meaning ‘church farm cloister’) is a difficult word even for Icelanders so the village is usually known as ‘Klaustur’. It had 501 in habitants at the time of the 2011 census but being the population centre for a large area it feels bigger and more important. It is the largest settlement between Hella, 170km back round the ring road, and Hofn, 200km further east. Iceland’s interior, of course, is far less heavily populated!

There are things to see in Klaustur, and we made a start, but I will leave it all for tomorrow’s longer visit in the next post.

There and Back Again

The 25km on to our hotel returned us to earlier scenery, with inland cliffs and settlements nestled beneath them.

Route 1 west of Klaustur

At one point we found a line of cars pulled off the road and what appeared to be a camera club photographing a roadside stream. We would eventually pass this spot four times, and on each occasion, there were people snapping away at the stream and its little waterfalls. Given how many major falls Iceland has, it seemed odd that they we bothered with these.

Little roadside waterfalls, west of Klaustur

Architecture in Iceland is relentlessly functional. Our hotel, when we reached it, was a huge, forbidding barn of a place. Icelandic interior decoration, on the other hand, is both elegant and comfortable, once inside the lobby our expectations rose considerably.

I approached the desk, announced my name and said we had a reservation. The young woman smiled welcomingly, looked at her computer, then looked closer and then did some scrolling. I was not worried, this was not unusual, but then she started to frown and the more she scrolled the more she frowned. What follows may not be the exact words of our conversation, but they convey the gist.

‘I am sorry, I can find no record of your reservation.' I expressed surprise.

'Do you have a reference number?’ I showed her our booking reference.

She tapped the number into her computer, fiddled for a few seconds, then said ‘Your booking was for the 11th and 12th of July, today is the 11th of August.’

‘Oh,’ I said.

‘And tonight, we are fully booked.’

‘Oh,’ I said again.

We phoned our agents in Reykjavik. The call was answered swiftly, I explained the situation and a woman said she would 'check'. I could hear the anxiety in her voice as it slowly dawned on her that somebody, probably herself, had made an embarrassing error. I know that feeling and felt a twinge of sympathy. She said, ‘Have some coffee, at our expense, and I will phone you back in twenty minutes with a solution.’

Despite my sympathy it was a worrying wait. It was the end of a long day, I had already driven 250km, I knew there was nothing on the road between here and Klaustur, and doubted there was anywhere further on. I was tired and really did not want to drive another 50km in any direction.

She called back. She had found two hotels, she said, only a few hundred metres apart on a minor road near Klaustur, we would stay in one tonight, with dinner provided by her company, and in the other, the Magma Hotel tomorrow. ‘You will like the Magma Hotel,’ she said.

It was not a long drive back to Klaustur, but her parting words preyed on my mind. ‘You will like the Magma Hotel’. Did that mean we would not like tonight’s hotel?

We found it without difficulty. For me smart phones still have a feeling of magic – and in Iceland you can get a full signal in the remotest of places.

As I mentioned, Icelandic architecture is relentlessly functional...

Functional architecture

...but here the interior décor was more ‘student hall of residence’ than Scandi chic….

Hotel Interior

… and our room was pokey, to say the least.

Not the largest hotel bedroom

And the dinner, the only buffet dinner we met in Iceland? The less said about that the better, but there is always tomorrow and perhaps we really would like the Magma Hotel.


Tuesday 10 August 2021

Iceland (1): Our Introduction to Reykjavik

Parking, Beer, Brennivin and Fish & Chips

Iceland

Why Iceland?

We have always had a hankering to visit Iceland. Its waterfalls, geysers and volcanic landscapes are certainly worth the journey, but we see precious little sunshine at home and it feels perverse to take a holiday in a place with even worse weather. Some go in winter for the northern lights, which is fine if they show up – and then you can do a tour during the 4½ hours of daylight which is Reykjavik's meagre January ration.

Reykjavik is 64 degrees north, like those other well known holiday resorts Dawson City and Arkangel'sk

I like light, I like sunshine and most of all I like visiting new places. Iceland in August offers ample light, there can be some watery sunshine (temperatures usually reach the balmy heights of 14°) and most importantly Iceland was on the government’s first rather short ‘Green List’. A visit still required some expensive Covid testing and there were beaurocratic hurdles to jump, but with our vaccination certificates clutched in our sweaty hands, we plucked up our courage and leapt.

10/08/2021

The Reykjanes Peninsula

Arriving mid-afternoon, we extracted ourselves from Keflavik Airport with relatively ease, picked up our hire car – we were upgraded to a much bigger car than I am used to driving – and headed for Reykjavik at the base of the Reykjanes Peninsula, a distance of 50km.

The Reykjanes Peninsula

Keflavik is on the tip of the Peninsula and we drove through a landscape dominated by fields of basalt rubble, colonised by a few hardy plants and mosses.

Reykjavik: An Introduction

Reykjavik

With 130,000 citizens, Reykjavik is by far Iceland’s largest city. A further 100,000 live in the ‘Capital Region’ leaving another 120,000 doted around the rest of the island. Iceland is five times the size of Wales with one eighth of the population – and far fewer sheep - making it, by some distance, Europe’s most sparsely populated country.

By capital city standards, driving through Reykjavik is easy even in the rush hour. Then we toured round and round our hotel – in an oddly village-like setting just west of the city centre – searching for parking.

Our hotel was the last building on the right in this central Reykjavik Street

Reykjavik Parking

On-street parking was actually plentiful a short walk (though a longish drag of a case) from the hotel. Parking is generally free in Iceland, except in Reykjavik, and as the country has a reputation for being fearsomely expensive, we approached the ticket machine with a trepidation which turned to bemusement as we tried to make sense of the Icelandic instructions. I am not the sort of person who believes everything should be written in English for my benefit, but I do believe any reasonably intelligent person should be able to work out a parking meter without knowing the language. This machine was complicated.

A young couple pulled into the bay behind and then came to our assistance speaking fluent, colloquial English like almost every other Icelander we met. The time was 17:50 and although day-time parking was costly (though not unreasonably so), from 18:00 to 09:00 it was free. For 100 Icelandic Krona (60p) we could purchase an hour’s parking that expired at 09:20 the following morning. And we could do it with the tap of a card, which was convenient as we had no cash.

With the method memorised for next time and very little out of pocket we walked to our hotel and checked-in.

The Strange Story of Icelandic Beer

It had been a long hard day, and stressful in places, so a beer seemed a good idea. The bad news was that in Iceland a beer typically costs around £8.50 for a half litre. The good news was that we had arrived at happy hour so it was half price.

Happy Hour, Reykjavik

Icelandic brewing has a strange history. The first settlers in the 10th century were accustomed to drinking beer and mead, but brewing in Iceland was always problematic and growing barley became impossible during the mini-ice age (c 1300-1850).

In the first half of the 20th century the USA introduced prohibition and most Nordic countries at least flirted with the idea. Although ruled by Denmark, which rejected prohibition, Iceland had a measure of self-government and introduced a complete ban on alcohol in 1915. In 1922 wine was legalised after the Spanish threatened to stop buying Icelandic fish if Iceland refused to buy their wine. A referendum in 1935 voted to legalise spirits, but beer was left off the ballot as a sop to the temperance movement. Consequently, the brewing of beer stronger than 2.25% alcohol remained prohibited until 1989.

There are now a number of breweries in Iceland and the quality of their beers is impressive. The Egill Skallagrímsson Brewery (named after the hero of a medieval saga) is the largest and they brew Gull (Icelandic for ‘gold’), the darkish flavourful lager I am drinking in the picture above. A small number of craft breweries have appeared in recent years.

Brennivin

While on the subject of alcohol, Iceland's traditional national drink is Brennivin. We bought a bottle in the airport duty free (where it is very reasonable priced) in case we needed a nightcap.

Brennivin

When re-legalised in 1935 it could only be sold with a monochrome label featuring a skull – hence the nickname ‘svarti dauði' (black death). The skull has been replaced with a map of Iceland and the monochrome label is, I suspect, retained out of a perverse pride.

The name derives from ‘burned wine’ (like English brandy) but grapes are not involved. It is distilled from grain mash (Wikipedia) or potatoes (Rough Guide and Bradt Guide). All agree the only flavouring is caraway which apparently thrives in Iceland’s cool climate. Andrew Evans in the Bradt Guide describes it as ‘utterly repulsive.’ I disagree, if you like the mild aniseedy flavour of caraway, and I do, it is very pleasant.

Wikipedia suggests it can be used as a substitute for gin or light rum in cocktails. That, I suspect, would be utterly repulsive. Pre 1989 Icelanders used to dump a shot of Brennivin into their weak beer to beef it up (I doubt that would taste good, either). In 1985 the teetotal Minister of Justice and Ecclesiastical Affairs prohibited pubs from adding perfectly legal spirits to perfectly legal near-beer. This act of pettiness proved a godsend to the campaign to legalise beer.

Dinner in Reykjavik

A street of restaurants led from our hotel towards the city centre. Prices varied from slightly expensive to eye-watering, though the menus varied less. We found one place serving puffin, reputedly much eaten in Iceland’s past. We eschewed it, partly out of cost, partly because seabirds are common round all coasts, but nobody eats them unless they have to (and that must tell us something) but most importantly because there are doubts about the sustainability of the sources.

Eventually we chose the cheapest, a little café with an open kitchen at one end and a sign outside.

Sign outside a Reykjavik Restaurant

You have to admire anyone who would put that outside their restaurant. Three thoughts leapt to mind. 1) If ‘the guy’ had spent his whole pizza eating life in the USA or even northern Europe, he has no idea what a pizza is supposed to be like. 2) If he had spent his pizza eating life in Italy, then his first pizza elsewhere would inevitably be the worst of his life. 3) Wherever he came from he had never been to Ulan Ude in the Russian far-east (see final paragraph of this post.)

We did not eat pizza. Lynne had fish and chips. Yes, Iceland does fish and chips much like at home with tartar sauce (though no mushy peas). The fish was so fresh it could almost swim. I had Mediterranean chicken with rice and pita bread – eastern end of the Med then but neither end is particularly Icelandic. With a couple of beers it came to less than £50, cheap by local standards.

Towards a Cashless Society

Iceland is the second smallest country (by population) to have its own currency – the Seychelles, a very different island group, is the smallest.

We paid for parking, beer and dinner by card. Indeed, we paid by card for everything – including a visit to a public toilet – during our stay in Iceland. They have their own currency, but we never saw Icelandic krona notes or coins. A cashless society is not so far away.

We had no local notes or coins in North Korea either, but there we were not allowed them and could only shop (in Euros) in a small number of special shops. By contrast they accepted cash only.