We started the day a little bit on the later side, at 9:30. We journeyed about an hour from our hotel to a canyon. We walked along the top and the path led us to a few cliffsides. The views were beautiful. We got to know some of our fellow tourees along the way.
Next we were brought to some more lava fields, that had a nice viewpoint. It truly is amazing how these have been kept untouched over the years.
At this point we were brought off road to a cave along a mountain side. When we parked it was lightly drizzling. This part was previewed to us the night before at dinner, where he showed us cell phone photo of the cave from the inside, showing the outline of Yoda from Star Wars. Just a handful of minutes later when we left the cave, the drizzle had turned into full on snow.
Because of the snow, the guide was worried that we wouldn't be able to make our next stop. Again, within minutes the weather changed, this time to sun and clouds. We stopped in a town not far away, next to a graveyard and a horse enclosure, above a church and a town. Miles played with the horses and we all enjoyed the view. At this point someone organized a group photo of all of us on the tour. All of the older women flocked to be near Miles!
When examining the pictures, one of the landscapea that I liked was actually swarming with birds. I added a cropped version of the picture to better see the birds.
We drove a short distance until we arrived at the Black Beach. According to our guide, this was named by the tourists and so the locals adopted the names. There were columns of rocks here that were similar to what we saw on the boat tour off the Island of Mull, in Scotland. The beach waves were unpredictable and at one point caught some tourists by surprise that were hanging out a bit too close to the water, and engulfed them. I was not envious of being soaked in this cold.
Our last stop at the day was at the final waterfall from two nights ago. Some people had wanted to climb the stairs to the top, where I had previously been. This time the waterfall area had lost all of its frost. Unlike before, this time the area was filled with fulmars(identified by my friend Jeremy) flying about and nesting. I tried my best to take a photo of them in the low light.
It was sad to leave the group. I felt like we were a bit like family in the end. I hate goodbyes.
Once we were back in Reykjavik, Miles and I walked to their most famous hot dog stand, named Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur. It was a tiny, tiny, stand with only room for one person inside. I asked for it with everything they normally would put on it, which included onions and two types of sauces. It tasted almost like honey mustard together. Miles had his plain. There was also a giant lit up cat in town.
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