Andy takes the high route on Godafoss
Skjálfandafljót and Goðafoss
Woken up again by being too hot. This is not the same Iceland I remember from 1989 where we got so cold on the Skjálfandafljót that we lost the feeling in our fingers. Packed up camp and set off for the Skjálfandafljót and to kayak over Goðafoss, just where Route 1 crosses the river.
Another sunset in Iceland
Kayaking on the Laxa
Woke up in the sun, and shortly after a large coach arrived in our volcano crater and cracked out their breakfast. Provided us with some amusement as we ate ours, and Tom took quite a fancy to one of the ladies in the party. Eventually get our gear packed up and head off west in search of more white water.
Tom paddling his Pyranha Mountain Bat, on the Jökulsá á Fjöllum in the Jökulsárgljúfur National Park
Kayaking the Jökulsá á Fjöllum
Really hot and sunny day here in Iceland. Plan to set up and run the lower canyon of the Jökulsá á Fjöllum as it runs through the Jökulsárgljúfur National Park.
Tom paddling a Pyranha Mountain Bat on the Jokulsá á Brü
Back on the Jokulsá á Brü
Awoke with the alarm this morning at 07:52. Andy and Tom stayed in bed for another hour allowing me to do a bit reading and a relaxed breakfast. It is nice and sunny again this morning and we set off down the road to Merki to paddle a section of the Jokulsá á Brü. We are not paddling all the river, and are missing out Poo Canyon, and not going as far down stream as Bad News III.
Repacking the Landrover at Seyðisfjörður
Food Dump Collection
Forced out of bed this morning at 9:30 by a sudden rise in temperature. My strange dream about escaping from the Army by travelling across France in a bun ended abruptly at the Belgium border. Back to the real world, the fjord is full of fog again this morning and we cannot see across the water to Seyðisfjörður.
Kayaking on the Jökulsá á Fjöllum in the Jökulsárgljúfur National Park.
River: Jökulsá á Fjöllum
View towards Fjordur with Seyðisfjörður hidden in the fog
A walk at Seyðisfjörður
I tried to crawl out of bed early today, but with partial success. Weather looked promising so we go with our plan to walk along a ridge we have identified that runs along to the south of Seyðisfjörður to a mountain called Fjordur.
Tom surfing on a wave on the Jökulsá í Fljótsdal with a saucepan and Bean Feast
A short paddle on Lagarfljót
Another slow start, this is becoming a bit of a habit. We pack up the tent after several days by the side of the Jökulsá í Fljótsdal and cannot resit one more go on the excellent surfing wave.
Rob, back again on the surfing wave, Jökulsá í Fljótsdal, Iceland
Inspection of the upper Jökulsá í Fljótsdal
Bit of a slow start this morning, and I awoke from a strange dream about meeting Madonna (the pop star, not the Biblical Mary) and being taken to dinner after visiting a film set. Weather is pretty poor today, and we plan to walk further up the Jökulsá í Fljótsdal too see if there are any worthwhile rapids above the road.
Andy paddling a Pyranha Mountain Bat on the Jökulsá í Fljótsdal, Iceland
First of the Great Northern Rivers
We head over to the Jokulsa i Fljotsdal, one of the huge rivers that flow northwards from the Vatnajokull. The weather is flat calm, and the scenery is like a picture postcard, snow covered mountains, green forest and all relected in mirror calm bright blue lakes. Unfortunately we fail to photograph any of this.