Following on from the epic volcanic landscapes of the North, we returned to the sea as we ventured onwards around the Eastern fjords of Iceland. The scenery changed once again and I remember having my eyes glued to the view outside the window for a great deal of this section. One highlight was Seydisfjordur, a really nice little town with a beautiful reflective pool that was mirror smooth and added a layer of beauty you wouldn’t usually associate with Icelandic towns, which aren’t exactly renowned for their architectural splendour.
Looks like a giant took a…..well……giant bite out of this mountainA beautiful quaint church in Seydisfjordur.How about them reflections? They look equally splendid at night.The ferry from season one of the fantastic Icelandic show Trapped was docked in Seydisfjordur, it travels from the Faroe Islands.
I wonder what the religious types reckon of this rainbow road leading up to their church?
Geology rocks! Look at all those layers and angles.
After climbing back out of Seydisfjordur via the road Ben Stiller skated down in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (There was definitely an exhorbitant number of longboards on show at the campsite while we were there), we made our way towards Hengifoss, one of the more spectacular waterfalls in Iceland. Lines of reddened rock run through the cliff face either side of the falls, making for a very photogenic scene.
Gemma taking in the view of Litlanesfoss, near the town of Egilsstaðir.Hengifoss which lies above Litlanesfoss is resplendent with beautiful red banding around its edges.A small unnamed falls near Hengifoss would be a tourism drawcard on its own right anywhere else. Here it’s just a another little falls.
Back into our Adventure mobile, we pressed onwards to our next destination, Fáskrúðsfjörður. The village has strong connections with France, being the town where many fishermen travelled to in the 19th Century. Poor Gemma wasn’t a huge fan of this place however as it was home to a fish processing plant that had a rather strong musk that didn’t quite agree with her pregnant self.
I had noticed a lovely cascading series of waterfalls as we arrived at the campground and after we had showered and settled in for the evening, I took a stroll to try and reach it. The plant life up behind the campground was spectacular with those beautiful muted colours I had seen on a similar stroll a few days earlier.
I didn’t manage to get close to the falls as a fence thwarted my venture and of course you have to respect that boundary. I returned back to the camper van and had a lovely beer I had earlier purchased from the nearby shop in the town. It was freezing cold out so I left the rest of the cans underneath the car with my hiking boots…..
Can you guess what I forgot about the following morning when we got back on the road? We were around 20 mins down the road when I remembered…..SHIT! A massive apology to Gemma and back we went to see if my hiking boots were still there. They were. The beers were also there, ALL OVER my hiking boots! Doh!
The road not travelled. Our camper wasn’t allowed on F Roads, so not being dicks we didn’t drive down this one but boy did it look inviting. Those yellow poles let you know where the road is when the snow blankets the landscape in Winter. Pretty high huh?A cute little orange house along the way.Another corner turned, another waterfall flowing down from on high.….and another…..……and……..anotherAND another haha.Beautiful colours lapping against this stream.Arctic Thyme perhaps, maybe. I’m not sure.A Mountain Avens, which is the National Flower of Iceland. Pretty.I loved the subtle muted tones of the Icelandic undergrowth.A Cheerleader’s Pom Pom in flower form.A beautiful bluebell gathering plenty of moisture.We were a little late for the Lupine blooms that Iceland is famous for.I believe this is a horned lark, very shy and tricky to get a photo of.Duckies! Had these lovely friends for company. Notice the bag under the van….Reflecting on a pleasant view at our campsite.How many waterfalls can you see?Beautiful evening light as we made our way around the Eastern edge of Iceland.
Leaving Fáskrúðsfjörður, we hugged the coastline and enjoyed some incredible views and atmospheric conditions as we made our way down to the Southern edges of Iceland.
On our way we stopped occasionally at interesting looking spots and also where we could stop as there’s very few pull-in bays on Icelandic roads. Most of the time you just had to take a picture from the car as you whizz past.
One cool place we stopped at was Sveinstekksfoss which was a really fun little hidden scramble away and had a cool unexpected rock formation. It pays to go for a bit of a wander sometimes.
Check out that beautiful flowing mane!Kinda got Boris Johnson vibes on that fringe haha.Green and Gray, the colours of Iceland.Every corner reveals another Lord of the Rings moment.Layers and layers and layers and layers. Some of the mountains in this area were incredible.Just incredible geology going on in Iceland.This grass is so ancient it’s formed long wispy beards.More incredible layers on this peak. Definitely home to a bad-ass wizard.It’s really hard to write these captions and describe the epicness of these scenes.Ah the wonderful and hardy Icelandic sheep.The atmosphere as we drove through this area was off the charts!Emerging out of the clouds like a boss.Okay one more moody mountain shot.Last one I promise. Good things come to those who wander. This cool rock formation was well worth the scramble up to it. The Sveinstekksfoss waterfall behind it wasn’t too shabby either. Not too shabby at all. That peak poking out was amazing. It looked like a volcano the way the clouds were rising up from it. More roadside views as we zoomed on by. Making our way down South and we’re home by noon. Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo. Spot the swans. It was nice to see “proper” white swans again. The local swans here in Tassie are black. Oh okay, one more atmospheric mountain. Black sand beaches and rocky bays for days. This section of the road really did not look stable at all.
I really enjoyed East Iceland, it was much quieter than other areas in the country but no less spectacular. Like any other area in Iceland, you could spend weeks exploring and still not see everything so it’s best to just enjoy the ride and let your eyeballs have a good time 🙂
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Great read. Fantastic photos.
Brilliant tale of an epic journey. Your photography is not too shabby either.
Brilliant pic journey with a tale to match. Photos not too shabby either – they are awesome 🌟