Driving to Ólafsvík

Leaving the capital. It was raining ever so slightly.

Passing Hafnarfjall by Borgarnes.

Finnur did the driving.

The bridge leading towards Borgarnes.

Snæfellsjökull on the left.

Reddish mountain top in the distance.

Berserkjahraun (Lava field of berserkers).

Grundarfjörður-town in the distance.

Kirkjufell (Church-mount)

Snæfellsjökull seems like a popular travel-destination if the tracks in the snow are any indication.

A map of Snæfellsnes (Snow-Mount-Peninsula) by the edge of Ólafsvík.

Ólafsvík.

A boat cruises by.

The little house Finnur's parents own in Ólafsvík.

Adda, Halli, Hildur Sif and Arnar Freyr arrive.

Adda lounges in the grass with Bjarki while the other adults carry stuff in to the house/set up the tent-house.

Adda and Halli hauled this little baby all the way from the capital.

Halli starts elevating the top while the children look on.

Finnur by the fully extended tent-house/caravan/temporary-house thingamajig.

Once we settled the girls took the kids to a nearby playground, while the boys made manly BBQed dinner. Later that evening we left Finnur and Bjarki to fall asleep and walked down towards the sea.

The girls practicing cartwheels.

A big statue to remember and honor lost seamen, as detailed on the various plaques. This picture is taken at 22:18 (10:18 pm).

A full sized boat and an anchor were close by.

More gymnastics.

Looking back up the hill.

The entrance gate to the Garden of Seamen.

Down by the harbor.

Very still waters. It was a glorious day.

Playing by a big rock.

Playful kids.

Time to walk back up the hill again.

A nicely painted hotel by the main street.

A memorial for an important member of the town.

Time for bed. All the kids, except Bjarki, slept in the tent-house.

Seventeen minutes past midnight. The horizon stayed red for a couple of hours or so, and then the sun started rising again.