Next to Selfoss there is a town called Hveragerði, from Hver = hot spring in Icelandic. It´s a magic nook between two mountains where runs a hot river and a cold river. We followed the stream inland through steaming waterfalls and icy foot traps until it met the cold river and got in... bathed, and lapped it up like dogs. Like suckling sweet birch tea from nature´s teat.
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| Steaming river from the base of Hveragerði hills. |
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| Heidi forging the river |
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| Jana, Asja, Heidi und me. too many Germans. |
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| Hot Spring Horses |
Geysir´s little brother.
Did you know since the late 19th century they would pump geysirs full of soap to force eruptions? Lowers the surface temperature of the water. sketchy.
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| Gulfoss, one of Iceland´s highest waterfalls and the pride of the tourism industry. |
And with that I was going to leave you a lazily taxidermied cat from the Geysir museum with a crooked eye but I seem to have lost him.
In other news, it turns out our big plans for Icelandic Thanksgiving include the 'best whale meat in the world´ from a part time worker here who is also a whaler. And home brewed beer. And probably a bathtub of barley.
Also, the farm began a boycott of US corn the other day as Eymundur declared the place GMO-free, officially. Exciting news.
