When I walk to the sanitary block I feel and hear the glass breaking under my shoes as I walk over the grass. Everywhere there are drunken people half asleep lying in the grass. I have a quick wash and skip the breakfast just to pack my tent as fast as I can.
It is half past 8 when I leave at the moment one of the camping site wards arrives. I inform him of what happened and he seems really worried about the consequences for the camping site. I can’t bother less and so I leave, heading north. What I need most right now is a good night’s rest and so I head for Dalvík, the closest camping site.  | Dalvík | The first kilometres out of town are on the busy road number 1 but after 11 kilometres I take road 82 to the right. This road is undulating along the fjord and is really quiet. The wind is from the southeast today, so I’m having back wind. The sun is shining and it actually is a lovely ride today. Nothing really happens on my way to Dalvík and I arrive there at ease just before noon.
The camping site is a small pasture between the school and the swimming pool. There is a wooden shelter-like house that contains everything one needs, including a hot shower. There are only two other tents there when I arrive; a Dutch/German hiking couple and a German couple by car. The rest of the area is totally empty. I pitch my tent and have a shower before I lay down on my sleeping bag for some hours of sleep. It is 5 o’clock when I awake and when I get out of my tent I see that the Dutch/German couple is almost finished packing. They’re leaving by bus I presume.
In the evening I sit with the Germans in the shelter of the sanitary hut drinking tea and stronger stuff. This is definitely a lot better than the camping site in Akureyri. Next morning the Germans leave too, but not before they insist I join them for breakfast and so I do. I’m left behind alone on the camping site because I want to take a resting day today. I stroll along the coast and through the village where there is little to see.
In the afternoon and old van arrives at the campground and for a moment I’m worried again that some noisy people are going to join again. Fortunately the van belongs to an older Icelandic couple that speak not a word English or German but are definitely friendly. |
