Saturday, September 30, 2017

Day 3- Part 3 The Long Road to Lonkot

After completing our drive around the Snaefellsnes we needed to turn inland and make our way towards highway 1 known as the ring road. The ring road carries the bulk of both tourist traffic and goods heading to the smaller cities on it. Its 2 lanes in most areas and the winter is often the only road clear of snow and ice. The rest of Iceland's highway system is made up of primary roads (often paved), secondary roads (sometimes paved, more that likely gravel) and the aforementioned F road (4x4 only and some are worse than others, we lucked out on our adventure and went one of the easier ones).We chose to travel on many secondary roads and our suv fared fine and most importantly I believe we saw many more than things than the people who drive only the primary roads and the ring road. We rarely saw other vehicles and the sense and scope of the scenery is amazing. So back to the story..



           To be honest there is not alot to say about most of this day, imagine a cold November storm and your driving at the coast, we fled the storm as quickly as we could but that took most of the day. We stopped a few times for coffee at various places, which is a subject which we should speak on. Icelanders like Coffee and its everywhere which is good. BUT there is a catch as there always is, they seem only drink small cups of it, which is a problem for us as we brought our goat story coffee horns. After not seeing anyone drinking coffee from anything but mugs at places or small and mean small cardboard cups, we finally took our horns into a coffee shop in the lobby of a hotel in the middle of nowhere and asked if they could fill them? The barista/inn keeper said yes and greatly excited I asked for Americano. I stepped away to make use of the watercloset and when I returned she was done filling it. To my great surprise I grabbed my cup and realized she put maybe 6 ounces in it, the same amount as the cardboard cups I was growing to despise. So befuddled but glad to have something to drink we moved on, not stopping for several hundred kilometers until we stopped at a cultural site outside the storm to look at a neat sod church know as Grafarkirkja, originally built in the 17th century and rebuilt in 1953.

Nothing stops sheep from making you stop!


rain everywhere


After taking some time to stretch our legs and enjoy being out of the rain we continued our drive through the small coastal towns dotting Skagafjoudur like Hofsos before coming to a stop at our destination the Lonkot Rural Resort, a small 6 room hotel and resturant in a converted farm. I'd like to say we just called it day and relaxed but that would be a disservice to you the reader but I will be making an entire post just about our stay there...

sod church with surrounding sod walls for defence








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