This small campsite only has toilets and washing-up facilities, but the location more than makes up for it. Besides, when you have a motorhome, all you really need is a level place to park.
Because of the limited facilities, it wasn’t completely full like the two other nearby campsites with better facilities. Everyone had some space around themselves, and it was therefore easy to observe that hardly anyone was there by themselves. There were clusters of tents, clusters of motorhomes and travel trailers scattered around. Nobody was too noisy and is was peaceful and the weather was perfect.
I mentioned, in an earlier post, that I have a new car which serves the dual purpose of daily transport and motorhome. The objective of taking it out for a day’s driving was, partly, to test everything before I set off on an overnight trip. I wanted to get used to driving a car that is longer and slightly wider than my old one, test the equipment and generally learn the car. I also wanted to see how the interior would test out, i.e. the bed, cupboards and drawers my father and I installed to turn the van into a motor home.
Apart from a drawer that wanted to stay open and some creaking of the wood and rattling of things I hadn’t secured properly, it acquitted itself very nicely. The Saturday drive tested the installed interior for noise, and the comfort and manoeuvrability of the vehicle. On Sunday I took it out again, this time to test it on a hilly, winding road that is part gravel, part tarmac. Aside form a minor difficulty on a steep, very gravelly hill, the car performed well and I considered myself prepared to take it on an overnight expedition.
(I have been on two since then. More on that in a later post.)
Lastly, here are some photos from the Seltún geothermal area, which I visited during the drive:
Snapshots from the Saturday drive:
Parked by a stack of wood near the turn-off to Flúðir and Þjórsárdalur:
The wood all by itself made an interesting pattern/texture:
I have, for the second time in 12 hours, just wasted 40 minutes of my life trying to pay for train tickets through an intractable website belonging to a British train company.
All my details are correct, it just isn’t accepting them. I’ve tried all the usual tricks: changing the accented letters in my name and address to unaccented, typing in my credit card number all in sequence, with spaces, with dashes and with full stops, going over everything ten, twenty times trying to find what I’m doing wrong. No go.
It’s incredibly frustrating, this modern technology. I try to save some money (more than 20 UK pounds in this case) and the technology gremlins decide to frustrate every effort.
On the bright side: 24 hours and 30 minutes from now I will be in England, where the weather promises, for once, to be considerably better than in Iceland, were it has been snowing on and off for the last 36 hours or so, with the attendant slippery, slushy roads, ankle-deep snow, grey skies and Arctic winds.
If I find free wifi, you can expect some posts. If not, I will post when i get back.