We arrived for breakfast bang on opening time so that we could get to the pastries first. We definitely did this then Mark had a go on the waffle machine which took about 10 mins cook a waffle that was so small that it was eaten in 20 secs. Other people turned up so the woman working there had to do overtime to replace all the food we'd scoffed.
It was a long drive ahead today so we filled up and go going. We'd stop for pics and to stretch our legs occasionally. Mark launched the drone and accidentally caused a group of horses to stampede. Oops. It does beg the question though where you could enter a drone into One Man and His Dog.
Further down the road the tarmac ended and it was rough terrain, with heavy potholes, this was hard work and battered both of us and the car for about 30km.
We finally found tarmac again and then a garage where we stopped for lunch. Before we came to Iceland everyone told us about the hotdogs, so we thought that it was about time that we tried them. The clerk asked the most stupidest question ever: "do you want them wrapped in bacon?". A few mins later we had our dogs and was walking to the seating area when Cederics bag slipped off his shoulder making him throw his hotdog up in the air. The sauce when everywhere and he looked very sad before going and buying another.
Back in the car after hot dog goodness we detoured towards our first stop, which meant gravel roads, this made Mark happy but the others less so as he did his best Colin McCrea impression. The stop however was a dairy farm that is also an ice cream factory made from fresh dairy. We rocked up and was immediately greeted by the cat and dog, however, they were the only ones there as the place was closed. If you've ever seen Ferris Buellers Day Off , the part where Cameron finds out about the mileage on the car and screams, well that was Keith when we told him that it was closed.
We moved on and tried to put this travesty behind us, but it was a sullen mood in the car. Thankfully it was a very picturesque route and we stopped often to take in the vistas, reflections of the ice tipped mountains and marshmallow clouds in the perfectly still lakes. You just can't take a bad photo here.
We arrived at our destination called stykkisholmur. No, we don't know how to pronounce it either. Our hotel was also a hospital and a convent which is a slightly odd combo. We noticed that our rooms were doubles rather than the twins that we booked and was told that the hotel was full. Hmm, there are only two cars in the car park though and no one else in sight. The irony of the Roman Catholic hotel making two blokes share a bed...
We went for a walk up by a lighthouse which overlooked the harbour and town, it really is very pretty here, apart from the monstrosity that is the hotel/hospital/convent. Trust the church to fuck the place up.
Dinner called and as per the rest of the holiday, when we turned up, the place was empty, then everyone followed us and it was busy by the time we'd ordered. We should start charging commission for this.
After dinner we chilled out back in our rooms waiting for it to get dark. The hotel receptionist guy broke into Mark and Martins room dragging a mattress for Cederic as he'd been complaining so much about sharing.
We went northern ligh hunting later, but as per usual, the clouds got in the way :(
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