What have we let ourselves in for?
Tim, Steve, John, Stuart, Mark, Rob and Darren.
Such a great group of riders but don't tell them that I said so! Every one of them helped me in many ways often ending up with wet feet.
Thanks guys.
Camping
Who on earth would want to get out of their tent to a view like this? They don't even have night time here
Everywhere else on Earth, the volcanic seams that birth new crust and shove continents apart lie at the bottom of the sea. In Iceland it's sitting right at the surface. Here the North American tectonic plate and the Eurasion tectonic plate rub against one another for all to see. How neat is that?
(Amazing what you can find out on Google)
Steinvarða (an Icelandic obsession?)
My photo doesn't do justice to the high viz green of the moss on the banks of this stream.
The flora in some areas is just beautiful. There are huge fines for those that dare to venture off road and get caught.
Best not to stand too near the edge.
Our tents and bikes arranged tidily at the campsite alongside Lake Mývatn. Champion snorer Steve kindly parked his tent well away from ours.
It was amusing to see who the poor sods would be that pitched their tents within range of Steve's tent.
A very windy day and two tents ended up with broken poles. Two of our group even coughed up for a night in the bunkhouse and another bedded down in an Icelandic turf house.
Regrouping after a river crossing.
Did you know that Ikea make flat pack churches?
Way out in the middle of nowhere and along comes a bus. They were fun to follow especially when the track was dry and dusty. Usually they indicated right when when approached and we were able to squeeze past.
The group stops to admire Mark's bike.
Yours truely.
Stuart was saving his sidestand for a special occasion.
Did I tell you how much I loved the water crossings? Tim has a photo showing me diving to check out the algae.
Tim was very proud of his 10mm combination spanner and fitted it to the bike so that we could all admire it.
Okay, by now I'm looking a bit of a wreck.
I don't think that "Health and Safety" has got to Iceland yet.
Steve gets his first puncture. Later in the holiday, sheltering from the wind in a concrete bunker, he showed us how to change a tube when he had another puncture.
John balancing bike on side stand while we have a brew and eat our sandwiches.
Turf houses.
Posh turf houses.
A strange land. Even the horizon slopes here.
Gullfoss a waterfall in the district of Bláskógabyggð. Good job most Icelanders speak English.
Rare for me to get a picture of someone riding through water. I'm usually busy emptying my panniers of water.
Phew, a bridge!
Rock jumps in front of bike.
Tricky stuff sand!
Has anyone else got some piccies?
Tim, Steve, John, Stuart, Mark, Rob and Darren.
Such a great group of riders but don't tell them that I said so! Every one of them helped me in many ways often ending up with wet feet.
Thanks guys.
Camping
Who on earth would want to get out of their tent to a view like this? They don't even have night time here
Everywhere else on Earth, the volcanic seams that birth new crust and shove continents apart lie at the bottom of the sea. In Iceland it's sitting right at the surface. Here the North American tectonic plate and the Eurasion tectonic plate rub against one another for all to see. How neat is that?
(Amazing what you can find out on Google)
Steinvarða (an Icelandic obsession?)
My photo doesn't do justice to the high viz green of the moss on the banks of this stream.
The flora in some areas is just beautiful. There are huge fines for those that dare to venture off road and get caught.
Best not to stand too near the edge.
Our tents and bikes arranged tidily at the campsite alongside Lake Mývatn. Champion snorer Steve kindly parked his tent well away from ours.
It was amusing to see who the poor sods would be that pitched their tents within range of Steve's tent.
A very windy day and two tents ended up with broken poles. Two of our group even coughed up for a night in the bunkhouse and another bedded down in an Icelandic turf house.
Regrouping after a river crossing.
Did you know that Ikea make flat pack churches?
Way out in the middle of nowhere and along comes a bus. They were fun to follow especially when the track was dry and dusty. Usually they indicated right when when approached and we were able to squeeze past.
The group stops to admire Mark's bike.
Yours truely.
Stuart was saving his sidestand for a special occasion.
Did I tell you how much I loved the water crossings? Tim has a photo showing me diving to check out the algae.
Tim was very proud of his 10mm combination spanner and fitted it to the bike so that we could all admire it.
Okay, by now I'm looking a bit of a wreck.
I don't think that "Health and Safety" has got to Iceland yet.
Steve gets his first puncture. Later in the holiday, sheltering from the wind in a concrete bunker, he showed us how to change a tube when he had another puncture.
John balancing bike on side stand while we have a brew and eat our sandwiches.
Turf houses.
Posh turf houses.
A strange land. Even the horizon slopes here.
Gullfoss a waterfall in the district of Bláskógabyggð. Good job most Icelanders speak English.
Rare for me to get a picture of someone riding through water. I'm usually busy emptying my panniers of water.
Phew, a bridge!
Rock jumps in front of bike.
Tricky stuff sand!
Has anyone else got some piccies?
