Núpur

After Þingvellir Sigga and I had tea and bread with jams she had made and a lamb paté she described to me as "meat and fat." I decided it was best not to ask further questions about what was in it. It was quite good though. The paté is spread onto rúgbrauð,  a dark, dense rye bread traditionally cooked by burying near a hot spring.

My flight from Reykjavik to Isafjordur was pretty short, about 45 min I think, but I passed out as soon as I got on the plane and was jolted awake on landing in Isafjordur. I was picked up by Siggi who took me on the final leg of my trip to Hotel Nupur.

At this point things begin to run together, with it being light for 20+ hours a day it gets difficult to remember when one day ends and the next begins. For the most part I have been helping out around the hotel preparing for guests to arrive, so nothing too exciting has happened. In my time off I have explored the area to about a mile on either side of the hotel. I took a right onto the road before the snow and a left up into the mountains after it snowed. I saw Iceland's first botanical garden covered in snow, then continued walking on up the valley. Walking through 8+ inches of snow is quite                                                                                     difficult. At one point I found a gravel road to follow
which made it a little easier because most of the snow had been blown off. I followed this road for a while, ate some snow, and drank from the river then decided to head back.