Wednesday, August 16th
I dropped off the girls at the airport at 4 in the morning. Then I headed north and reached the Reykjavik outskirts at dawn. I needed new tires, but it was too still early. I had time to kill before the garages would open and fascinated by the beautiful early morning light, I made a little detour into the volcanic wonderland southeast of the city. The colours and forms of this landscape were sheer magic. This was just a sidekick of Iceland’s overwhelming nature, but it stunned me big time (see this gallery for more impressions).
It was still very early when I returned to the express way and joined the morning rush hour folk to enter the city. With the help of the almighty internet and some locals I found a garage that had two fitting tires on stock and changed the front tires. The van was now fit again for the challenging Icelandic roads and I headed straight north, passed the Hvalfjöršur fjord through the tunnel and followed the road along the coast of the Borgarfjöršur.