I woke up pretty late. It was just mine and one other tent left at the campsite. I packed up and decided to go to Drangsnes. Some girls I had spoken to the night before (again from Quebec City) said there were outdoor secret hot-tubs hidden in the village. I was up for a hot-tub hunt.
The drive along the coastline to Drangsnes was (as expected) incredible.
There was a lot of driftwood on the beaches, and an information board along the way told me that all of it is wood that has floated over from Siberia on the Arctic Ocean.
In the olden times, a lot of wooden houses in Iceland were built using this driftwood, since there are no trees in Iceland. Also, having been floating in salt water for a while, they were weather-resistant and lasted a long time. Pretty cool!
I didn’t have to look too hard to find the hot-tubs. Sure, they were kinda hidden, but the town of Drangsnes was two roads, so it didn’t take much searching.
I was pretty happy to spend my time soaking in the tub. The view was great and the water was HOT. Excellent combination.
The tub got a little crowded after a while, and I decided it was time to make moves.
Driving into the fjords, the mountains start getting bigger and the scenery more distracting with each turn.
My map is not to scale. The roads through the fjords are much longer than they look. Moving relatively small distances on the map took a long long time. I wasn’t complaining though, the drive was serene and blissful. Almost therapeutic.
I made many many many stops. I was annoying myself with how often I would stop to take in the scenery.
The place was needless to say, isolated. There was nothing and no-one around.
I stopped in Sudavik to check out the Arctic Foxes. This guy was roaming around the fox pen.
I tried to play around with it, making some noises I think a fox would make. It didn’t respond. I even acted like I was running away from it. Nothing. Not impressed.
Whatever, I was done trying to entertain it.
I think I had seen one running across the highway a couple days back and I had thought it was a cat. Maybe it was a cat. Not sure.
I got to Isafjordur. The biggest town in the Western Fjords. I wasn’t expecting much.
The town was impressive. It had cafes, theatres, human beings walking around, cars parked. What! I had expected another isolated town.
I went to what looked like the most happening spot in town. This was awesome! They had a jukebox, people were playing video games and kids were running around.
I was a little confused though. Where did all these people come from? Was there another road into town? I had passed one car the whole drive here. Maybe they never leave this place? Or do they fly in?
After a burger, fries and a couple of rounds of Street Fighter with some kid, I was feeling pretty satisfied. The day had been perfect.
Driving to the campsite, I was blown away yet again. It was, by far, the most gorgeous setting for a campground I had ever seen.
I pitched my tent close to the waterfall.
This place was paradise. I should move here. Maybe then I’ll figure out the secret road to get here…
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