Rannveig:
After spending a couple of days relaxing in Akureyri we packed our gear, and went to Varmahlíð, a small village 101 km to the west. The weather was cold, but sunny, and we had the wind on our tails. We put our tents up at a small campsite that had hot showers and a geothermal pool that we could take a dip in, free of charge. Due to the weather getting worse, and because we wanted to get as soon as possible to the Westfjords, the next day we decided to take the bus over to Staðarskáli, and although we came there early, the wind came straight at us from the north, so we unpacked our tents and camped.
When we got on our way the next day, the wind was still coming at us, but the sun had come out and made the day a bit better. 24 km down Hrútafjörður however, we gave up and found a good place to stay the night. There was so much wind that our tent could barely stand. The night was windy and cold, so the next morning we just ate breakfast, packed, and started biking. The road ahead was tough; gravel roads, steep hills, ice cold headwind, even steeper hills and some more gravel. Our plan was to make it to Hólmavík, but in this weather we just couldn't make it. So again we spent the night on the side of the road. We had gone 60 km, wich meant that the distance to Hólmavík was only 35 km.
The next morning, everything was perfect, and we got to the small town in no time. Hólmavík is a nice town with small cafés and good pizza. We have spent a day off here, enjoying the amazing weather; the sun has been frying us all day.
It´s been two weeks since we joined Eirik, and allthough we are out of shape and not well trained, it´s been a lot better than expected. Sometimes, when the freezing wind hits you in the face, and you´re going as fast as you can, but feel like you´re hardly moving, when your fingers and toes goes numb in the freezing wind, and all you see is an endless uphill, you just want to lay down in fetal position, cry, and hope that it´s all just another nightmare. But all of a sudden the sun comes out from the clouds, the road ahead turns in to a beautiful fjord surrounded by beautiful landscape, you get the wind in your back, pushing you forward, you can feel your fingers again, and right then you know, you know that it is worth the effort.
After spending a couple of days relaxing in Akureyri we packed our gear, and went to Varmahlíð, a small village 101 km to the west. The weather was cold, but sunny, and we had the wind on our tails. We put our tents up at a small campsite that had hot showers and a geothermal pool that we could take a dip in, free of charge. Due to the weather getting worse, and because we wanted to get as soon as possible to the Westfjords, the next day we decided to take the bus over to Staðarskáli, and although we came there early, the wind came straight at us from the north, so we unpacked our tents and camped.
When we got on our way the next day, the wind was still coming at us, but the sun had come out and made the day a bit better. 24 km down Hrútafjörður however, we gave up and found a good place to stay the night. There was so much wind that our tent could barely stand. The night was windy and cold, so the next morning we just ate breakfast, packed, and started biking. The road ahead was tough; gravel roads, steep hills, ice cold headwind, even steeper hills and some more gravel. Our plan was to make it to Hólmavík, but in this weather we just couldn't make it. So again we spent the night on the side of the road. We had gone 60 km, wich meant that the distance to Hólmavík was only 35 km.
The next morning, everything was perfect, and we got to the small town in no time. Hólmavík is a nice town with small cafés and good pizza. We have spent a day off here, enjoying the amazing weather; the sun has been frying us all day.
It´s been two weeks since we joined Eirik, and allthough we are out of shape and not well trained, it´s been a lot better than expected. Sometimes, when the freezing wind hits you in the face, and you´re going as fast as you can, but feel like you´re hardly moving, when your fingers and toes goes numb in the freezing wind, and all you see is an endless uphill, you just want to lay down in fetal position, cry, and hope that it´s all just another nightmare. But all of a sudden the sun comes out from the clouds, the road ahead turns in to a beautiful fjord surrounded by beautiful landscape, you get the wind in your back, pushing you forward, you can feel your fingers again, and right then you know, you know that it is worth the effort.