I love the south-east part of Iceland. Of course, I loved pretty well all of Iceland. It is hard to tell where the east ends and the south begins. Does it really matter?
We stopped for lunch in the small village of Djúpivogur. Here I decided I had to make a choice between personal bankruptcy or starvation. I chose bankruptcy. Food and drink are incredibly expensive in Iceland. There is no getting around it. Many in our group loaded up with goodies at our hotel each morning to provide a reasonable lunch. The village of Djúpivogur had a lovely little harbour right beside our restaurant. After lunch a quick stroll was in order. I am a sucker for harbours. Especially safe harbours. There were some huge rock carvings of the eggs of various birds that were placed along the harbour.
And the waterfalls did not stop in South Iceland. Far from it. They never stop in Iceland, What a blessing. Here we gasped at the beauty of mountains such as Eystrahorn, which is actually a twin of nearby Vesturhorn. Eystrahorn was the first mountain the Vikings saw when they first came to Iceland. It must have filled them with awe. These are magnificent mountains that stand at the end of a curved fjord. At the mouth of the fjord is a lagoon filled with water from mountain streams and runoff from the Vatnajökull glacier that we saw later. The mountain was visible from Route 1 as we drove by. I wish we could have stopped for better views and better photographs, but as I have learned, you have to dance with the girl you brung.
In this area we saw an astonishing sight. It was so windy that it appeared to us that the wind was pushing water in a waterfall upthe mountain. It was a not a waterfall; it was a water rise. I’m sure it was only some of the water that moved up but it looked unreal from our bus. I know its windy in Iceland, but that would be ridiculous.