|Hvítisandur (the white sands of Holt)|
Then I’m back on the main road for a short stretch before I turn off on road 625 towards the church Holt. After a quick stop there to peek inside, I head on to the white sands, which is my main destination for the day. I have to bike through kría (arctic tern) breeding grounds and am grateful I am wearing a helmet as they swoop and attack my head. At the beach, the fog is thick and eerie. I inspect the pier first that juts quite far out into the water and spy a family of ducks waddling along the beach. A grin spreads across my face. This is really beautiful in the fog, a special place, and no other people in sight.
|Another abandoned house|
|Looking out at the pier|
The fog lifts as I walk along the beach. It’s strange to see the contrasting black stones peppering the white sand, accented by copious piles of duck poop. It’s not easy to find a clear spot to spread my beach towel (this is just a metaphor of course, I really only have a thin, body-length plastic sheet that I use for picnics and napping when I hike or bike). I can’t sit for long though, as the wind picks up and it gets a bit chilly. Nonetheless I spend quite a long time at the beach. It reminds me of the white sands of Florida that I remember as a child and imagine there should be children playing here. I’m sure it would be a lot of fun making sandcastles here.
I bike a bit further down the gravel road but only to Harðardalsnaust where I stop for another short break at an abandoned building. The weather isn’t any nicer here. The fog is hanging thick in this part of the fjord and the wind is cold. The skies look much friendlier in the valley where I came from, so I head back early without inspecting the whole road as planned.
After a walk along the beach near the hostel, I return for dinner and a short rest before heading out for a long evening walk into Korpudalur. I return just as the sun is disappearing behind the mountain after 10pm and by now the sky is blue again. Out in the fjord where I biked today, the fog still hangs thick.