we went snowmobiling on Skalafellsjokull (glacier) which is a small tongue off the giant Vatnajokull. I did not sign up for this. I don't like things that go fast, or that are loud. Add to that a bumpy ride and smell of exhaust and you have snowmobiling. Chris and Rachel, you would have loved it! They told me yesterday I would be able to ride in the jeep instead, but they broke that promise. Instead I rode behind G. He will always wear the black and blue marks I made on his waist as I held him in my death grip around the curves. Almost fell off at one point!
Besides, this glacier is the size of Delaware (remember?). Why would we have to go in curves, anyway? It's white in every direction for dozens of kilometers. Why not go in a straight line, slowly? So we went for a couple km one way (in curves), then stopped and took pictures (all white). Then we curved around in another direction for a couple km, then stopped and took more pictures (all white).
G and J had the time of their lives--said it was the best day of the trip. Humph
On the way home we stopped for gas and had one of the lamb hot dogs all the travel books wrote about. it's very expensive to eat out in Iceland. But their lamb hot dogs only cost about $2.50 and are sold at most gas stations. I don't much like lamb so was skeptical but they really aren't bad.
After I had calmed down a bit about the snowmobiling we went on a short hike a bit east of Hofn, at Stokksnes. We happened across a really strange ruin, surrounded by a spiked fence and consisting completely of sod-roofed buildings. It was in a secluded, spooky area between a mountain and the sea. We'll have to ask someone about it tomorrow.
Here's a picture of J on his snowmobile.
A native North Dakotan who doesn't like snowmobiling?
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