But on the road near the airport before I hit the valley I run into the solo hiker chick from yesterday (see pic). And today she’s up for a conversation. She’s travelling with her husband and he hurt his knee so he’s waiting for her in town while she burns off some steam. Sounds like a great arrangement!
I didn’t mention the sun yet. Today is sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and I’m heading straight into the sun in this wide valley. The valley is open wide and there are no large rocks to offer a brief respite. The sun is burning down on my head and I don’t have a hat – I tie my scarf around my head, dipping it in cold river water every few minutes for some relief. It’s hot and I feel like I’m in the desert. At least there is plenty of water and no danger of dehydrating.
|Musical instrument museum|
I head back to where my bike is parked at the river, create some makeshift shade by stacking up my bike bag and backpack, and take a nap. Later I have coffee and waffles at the café again and get into a conversation with an Icelandic man who has been to the mine. I was really close, and he said you can’t see it from the trail until you are right on top of it because it’s in a gorge. Afterwards I take a walk on the beach, and the gypsum that was mined there can be found all over the shore. Suddenly a drone descends on me, damn thing! I’m out enjoying a peaceful walk on the beach and it swoops right down in my face.
I still have time to kill so I check out the museum of musical instruments. It’s small and authentic and many of the items on display were made by the owner, Jón Sigurðsson. I especially like the flutes made from sheep bones. Then it’s off to the pool for another swim and dinner of lamb stew at Simbahöllin. Later the bus picks me up and the bus driver is an old acquaintance from my trip to Patreksfjörður. We have a nice chat and he takes me and Roadrunner right to my doorstep.