Couldn’t post yesterday as our flight back from the day tours was delayed three hours – no explanation and certainly no compensation or assistance getting back to our hotel. So it made a long day very long, ending close to 11 pm and it wasn’t appreciated, especially as we had to be at the airport again for 7.15 this morning.
So yesterday was a flight to Hófn, to visit Glacier Lagoon, and Europe’s biggest glacier, Vatnajökull which is the source of the icebergs in the lagoon. There was some stuff up over the tour we booked, and strictly speaking we shouldn’t have gone to the glacier, but I regret nothing. I refused to go on the snow mobiles, as I’m not fond of being on ice at all, and certainly not on a machine i have never used, but Doug did and loved it. The wind rose and was bitterly cold, but we had dry fine weather the whole day, and stunning scenery. We also met Vitaly, a charming young Russian doctor from Moscow, travelling with his mother, Ylena. They were great company, and thanks to their contacts, we got a lift back from the airport kn Reykjavik instead of being stuck and ignored like our fellow travellers. (We have met some lovely people on these tours. The first day was the only one where the other passengers sucked. But the guide that day was lovely.)
On the way back we were taken to Hófn air station, and saw some stunning black volcanic sand dunes and beaches, as well as a fake Viking settlement ( made for a film). Hófn the village was hosting some teenage sporting event running over two days, so the place was full of kids and tents. The locals either hate teenagers or are just naturally unpleasant, but this is the first place we have been in Iceland where we have been treated with outright rudeness and disdain by just about everyone.to be fair, the locals seems to be just as rude and unfriendly to each other. Apparently it’s a village full of rich people, but if that’s the case, it proves money doesn’t buy happiness.
