|Christian & Mánaljós|
So yesterday we tried out the town’s new café here, for coffee and cake and a nice chat. Afterwards we took a short walk along the avalanche wall for a view of the town from above.
Today we have a chance meeting again, and it’s a pleasant surprise. As I am biking to Bolungarvík, I see his camper pass me by. I catch up with him at the parking lot just before the tunnel, and take the opportunity for a quick breakfast. He makes a great cup of coffee and I nibble on my salmon sandwich. We part ways again, but our paths are certain to cross in Bolungarvík as it’s such a small place.
First I stop at Ósvör museum where I ask about selling my postcards. The person in charge isn’t there, so I leave behind my contact data and a few samples. My business card with a picture of the house I live in often stirs up a good conversation. So I end up chatting quite a while with the lady working, who happened to go to school with my neighbor. Onwards for a ride through town, a snack on the beach, where a friendly tractor driver waves hello. In fact, so many people wave to me and greet me today. I love that about the locals. Always friendly for the most part. Next stop is Drymla, the handicraft store, in the hopes of finding MY loppapeysa. And I do! I finally find one I like and fits, and the lady selling it is the one who knitted it. I have been trying for years to find the right Icelandic sweater, but haven’t had any luck so far. But this is it now.
|Coast guard ship|
After the major shopping success, I head to the pool which is quite empty. The sauna is open, so I poke my nose inside. It’s large and really nice, with two quiet rooms, etc. I don’t use the sauna though, the hotpots are hot enough for me today.
|Playground on Fjarðarstræti|
On the bike ride home, I run into Christian again at the lighthouse just waking up from a nap. He makes another cup of coffee to give me energy for the trip home, and I munch on another salmon sandwich. We part ways, this time certainly for good, and I head home. On the way I see there’s a yard sale in Hnífsdalur, where again everyone waves as I pedal by. But I am too tired to have a look and eager to get home.
I saw probably 20 cars on Óshlið today, crazy. Looks like they removed a lot of rocks, the road condition is much better than in April.