Snæfellsnes
Apr. 13th, 2015 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squirmeliaOn my last full day in Iceland, I visited the Snæfellsnes peninsular.
I stared at the mountains and the snow, again, smiling, smiling. Such beautiful mountains!
The tour guide explained to us how it is possible to get to the centre of the earth from Snæfellsnes, or at least it was in Jules Verne's story.
We passed Icelandic horses, of many different colours, and they were small and fluffy, and we saw one doing the tölt.
We stopped in Arnarstapi and met Bárður, who was half human, and half giant and troll.
Mt. Stapafell and Bárður:
I walked through the snow to get to the clifftops and then looked down at the sea and the cave beneath. Following the cliff around, through the snow, I came to a natural arch, and I was in awe of this beautiful place.
Gatklettur:
I walked on the black sandy beach at Djúpalónssandur, past rock formations with icicles hanging from them, and through snow. On the beach were the rusted remains of a fishing boat from Grimsby, which had been there since 1948.
I saw many frozen waterfalls from the window of the coach and then we stopped to look at Kirkjufell:
We stopped in the village of Stykkishólmur and walked around the harbour.
Near Stykkishólmur:
I stared at the mountains and the snow, again, smiling, smiling. Such beautiful mountains!
The tour guide explained to us how it is possible to get to the centre of the earth from Snæfellsnes, or at least it was in Jules Verne's story.
We passed Icelandic horses, of many different colours, and they were small and fluffy, and we saw one doing the tölt.
We stopped in Arnarstapi and met Bárður, who was half human, and half giant and troll.
Mt. Stapafell and Bárður:
I walked through the snow to get to the clifftops and then looked down at the sea and the cave beneath. Following the cliff around, through the snow, I came to a natural arch, and I was in awe of this beautiful place.
Gatklettur:
I walked on the black sandy beach at Djúpalónssandur, past rock formations with icicles hanging from them, and through snow. On the beach were the rusted remains of a fishing boat from Grimsby, which had been there since 1948.
I saw many frozen waterfalls from the window of the coach and then we stopped to look at Kirkjufell:
We stopped in the village of Stykkishólmur and walked around the harbour.
Near Stykkishólmur: