Borgarnes
We drove my oldest brother to Borgarnes on a windy Wednesday. Borgarnes is a small town (pop: 2000-ish) about an hour north of Reykjavik (the capital). It was really nice to finally get to see some of the country-side after being stuck in town due to endless stomach bugs, and housing-worries.

In Borgarnes. Ylfa needed to take a nap, so Nökkvi, Jóhanna, Anna, anna and I went for a walk around town. It was windy enough that Bjarki would have complained non-stop so we left him behind with Finnur and Jóhanna's brother.

Down there is a Puppet-Museum. You can pay a ridiculous amount of money to take a close look at some lovely puppets. We chose not to.

I walked up to the top of the hill next to the playground to see more of the surrounding environment. To the left of the playground are soccer fields, and there's a swimming pool further on.

Turning 90 degrees to the left: Like almost all other towns in Iceland, Borgarnes is a coastal town.

Another 90 degrees left and I was looking at one of my favorite Icelandic mountains: Hafnarfjall (Port-mountain). One of my childhood memories is driving past this smooth black sandy wall of a mountain and being awed.

Anna wasn't all too happy about leaving the playground, so Nökkvi took her down to the sea to throw some rocks at it.

Nökkvi posing with a bridge in the background. And yes, those of you familiar with SOAD may recognize the beard-style.

Anna by a fire hydrant from The Kennedy Valve Company in Elmira, New York. Yes, both are Made in the USA. 🙂