Arhive pe etichete: Reykjavik

Eastfjords trip – day 1

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It’s been a while since I wrote about my trips. Well, it’s time to come back to that. And this is as fresh as they came. 

I planned to see the East Fjords this weekend. I left Reykjavik Friday morning (today)  and planning to go back Monday evening. But the plans have already been changed a bit. 

After sleeping around 5 hours last night, even though I had a feeling of not going, I persevered. So at 8:15 am I was on route 1, close to Esja. The hitchhiking place for going in the North. Now living in Reykjavik makes it a bit difficult to choose which way to go East. I decided to take the plane back. So I couldn’t afford anything else than hitchhiking my way there, through the North. 

Which, unfortunately wasn’t that easy. Not this time. It took me more than 30 minutes to be picked up by someone. And he drove me only on the other side of the tunnel. Luckily I only stayed there for less than 3 minutes and the second car already stopped. I was dropped off outside Borgarnes. 

Now this is the reason why I love hitchhiking in Iceland. Not only because it’s free. And I don’t waste CO2. I also get to learn or listen to different kind of stories or, even better, information about my beloved Iceland. 

For example, I’ve seen some ships today in a harbour and it seems it’s  the commemoration of the American base that used to be here. This weekend it’s gonna be a lot of them. Also, we talked about Lupina the invasive flower brought here from Alaska. People now are divided in two.. You either hate it, or love it. 

After waiting for about 15 minutes outside Borgarnes. The third car picked me up. And luckily he drove me almost 200 km. I love long drives, especially when people are amazing. Like the British-Swiss-Icelandic man. Yup, all three in one. Born in UK, from a Swiss mother lives in Iceland since he was 12. And he used to be one of the volunteers for rescue team here, in Iceland. He told me about hiking from Landmanalaugar to Thorsmork, or another mountain in the East. He told me stories about Westfjords and also about the mountains in Switzerland. I wish he could have driven me farther away. I loved hearing his stories. 

Then I was dropped off just at the intersection with the „Seal city”. There was a bus coming towards Akureyri in about one hour. So that was my backplan. But 20 minutes later after starting to be cold from the very harsh wind I got picked up by a Canadian couple. 

They’re French was different from any French I heard before. Crazy,  adventurous couple who were doing the ring road. I spoke mostly with him because she was only speaking French. But most of the time they ignored me, so I almost fell asleep in the car. Luckily the music was loud and rhythmic so my sleep never got to deep. 

Eventually, after few stops for taking photos, we made it to Akureyri. They kept going but I decided I will take a bus to Egilsstaðir and from there hitchhike to Húsey where I was supposed to sleep tonight. 

But when people from info center called the hostel, I was informed there is no transportation from Egilsstaðir to the hostel. And the weather is really bad so it’s vetted for me to stay somewhere else. 

And here I am. Stopped in Akureyri. 4 cars, around 400 km in about 6 hours. Tired but happy with my decision. Tomorrow morning I will continue my trip and hopefully make it to the East. Wish me luck. 

P. S.  Vlogs will come way later. And probably I will add a map another time. 

P. P. S. Sorry for butchering some Icelandic names, I don’t have all the characters on my tablet. 

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Weekend in Westfjords – part 4

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Bíldudalur – Reykjavik

It’s time to finish this story…
As I was saying last time, I was dropped off at the intersection of route 60 with 63. And to my surprise, there were some cars actually going my way but none of them picked me up. And then nothing.. for like 15 minutes no cars. And so I was walking by the side of the road, laughing again like a crazy person.. and trying to see if I could actually pitch my tent somewhere if in one hour nobody will pick me up.

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Weekend in Westfjords – part 1

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Reykjavik – Ísafjörður

I woke up at 5 am, I was too excited to sleep. And after a final touch to my backpack, I took the first bus outside the city. Few minutes before 8 am I was on route 1, hoping someone will stop and take me to my destination. Or as close to that as possible. 6 cars and 8 hours later, there I was. But let me tell you how it all started.

For everyone who knows me at least a bit, might not be a surprise: I don’t know to make a decision. I’m either rushing into it, not thinking enough about consequences or not taking it at all. I changed my mind 4 times before going on the trip, but eventually I decided to go. The plan was to hitchhike my way there and back for four days and three nights. Camping, of course or if I was lucky, sleep one night in a hostel.

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De ce Islanda din nou?

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Let me tell you a little story about a girl and her dream…

Eh, e prea mult de povestit, așa că în schimb voi face o mică recapitulare a motivului pentru care mă aflu din nou în Islanda. Pentru că da! M-am întors la țara de care m-am îndrăgostit iremediabil. Și nu, nu era ceva plănuit. Voi fi aici toată vara (până cândva în octombrie… deși niciodată nu se știe ce se mai poate întâmpla). Lucrez la unul dintre hosteluri, la recepție.

Dar să încep cu mijlocul. Citește restul acestei intrări

Nu am scris

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Au trecut mai mult de trei luni de când am scris ultima dată aici. Mă tot gândesc dacă să mai insist în platforma asta sau să încerc ceva nou. Până atunci…

Nu am scris despre săptămânile care au urmat celei 26 menționate ultima dată. Nu am scris despre nopțile nedormite fără niciun motiv. Nu am scris despre mutările făcute în cameră doar în speranța că voi putea adormi din nou.

Nu am scris despre Noaptea Muzeelor în care am intrat gratis la majoritatea muzeelor pe care le ocolisem până atunci. Am încercat îmbrăcăminte vikingă și m-am amuzat când personaje ce păreau manechini speriau oamenii trecători prin muzeu. Și să nu uit vaporul, prima dată mergând pe un vas de pescuit și am putut să vedem fiecare cameră, inclusiv camera căpitanului. Dar nu am scris.

Nu am scris despre bucuria răsăritului regăsit pe strada unuia dintre hosteluri, răsărituri tot mai devreme, lumină tot mai multă. Și apusuri tot mai îndepărtate.

Nu am scris despre dorul de acasă care Citește restul acestei intrări

Săptămâna 26 – încă un bun rămas, festival japonez și o nouă piscină

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Se iau șapte zile, se adaugă festival japonez, o nouă piscină în afara orașului, două petreceri și o durere de cap, un rămas bun și noi ochelari, o bătaie nedreaptă cu zăpadă, waffles și pizza făcute în casă plus plimbări lungi. Se amestecă bine de tot, se ornează cu scântei de soare răsărit sau apus și se servesc la minus 10 grade.

Cam asta a fost săptămâna mea pe scurt. Pe lung, mai departe: Citește restul acestei intrări

Săptămâna 15 – piercing, aurora și întuneric

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Oricât de clișeic ar suna, iarna se apropie. Tot mai mult. De unde și întunericul cu care încerc să mă obișnuiesc. Soarele răsare după ora 9:00 și apune undeva după ora 16:00. Foarte ciudat. Când am ajuns aici soarele apunea pe la 23:00 și răsărea pe la 4:00. Mai mult sau mai puțin.

Săptămâna asta am decis să îmi fac deja cadoul de Crăciun. Așa că Citește restul acestei intrări