We continued on through the eastern fjords, a curvy path, to say the least.
The roads can be an even greater challenge when sheep decide to pop on to the blacktop! It’s all open range for sheep in the country, and it’s almost all country!
Around one bend, we found the rings being made in Djupivogur being towed in the fjord below…we think they may be for fish farming.
When we reach Stodvarfjordar, we find another active fishing town and more HUGE beautiful flowers
Pink Batchelor Buttons the size of a half dollar, and
Larkspur, aka Delphinium.
Plus another harbor serving the fishermen and the life-blood of the town.
A beautiful old church is now a tourist hostel.
We looked through a local craft market and found a rainbow of Iceland yarn—wool is a big resource here. People knit everywhere and handmade Icelandic wool sweaters are sold in every store. (Makes sense, considering all those sheep we’ve seen.) Later we’ll see how they get ready for the shearing process.
Into the countryside, we came upon the first of many yellow light house markers, at the edge of a fjord.
Then we arrived at the unique French fishing village, Faskruosfjordur, They are very proud of their French heritage and predominately parlez francais…
We watched fishermen bring their catch to the dock for inspection as we stopped at the Templar Inn for home-grown, home-made rhubarb cake. Merci! (Our group definitely seems to travel on it’s stomach!)
Here we saw the large rings we had seen being built in Djupivogur, now anchored in the fjord. Mystery solved. The restaurant owner confirmed they are for fish farming…cod, mackerel and some others he couldn’t translate.
From the village we traveled past the town of through a 6 km tunnel cut through a mountain to Reydarfjordur and a huge Alcoa aluminum plant.
This is the major industry in the area. Apparently bauxite from the Caribbean is brought here for processing because of the cheap electricity. The plant is massive, served by a huge power grid—hundreds of high tension lines ending at its back door.
Back through the tunnel, we followed a switch-back filled road up a mountain overlooking the big lake at Egitsstaoir, said to have it’s own version of Nessy. (This country abounds with tall tales, ghosts, goulies and mischief-makers). We’ll have our own experience with these gremlins before we leave….
As we head down to our hotel at Seydisfjordur we stopped at more hydroelectric water falls on a river following us all the way into town.
What a view of the village far below on the fjord. You can barely make out the cruise ship from New York. (They also host a weekly ship from Denmark.)
Hotel Aldan is on a small lake in the center of town. The Princess Cruise ship we saw from the top of the mountain, is leaving today, back to NYC.
And of course, another wonderful church! It’s amazing, but we’ve yet to see any activity at any of these houses of worship….
Tomorrow we leave the Eastern Fjords and head to Myvatn (MEE’ vot), a beautiful area on a lake and near the sea—Whale watching is on the menu!! As well as it’s own “Blue Hole,” the Myvatn Nature Baths, the geothermal spa of the north.
See you then