After a filling Icelandic breakfast at my homestay, I was ready to explore Isafjordur and the surrounding area.
One item of note and I am not sure why the oversight, but I have no pictures of Isafjordur itself. Not sure why as it was a beautiful town. Suffice to say that if Ikea built a town, it would be Isafjordur, – clean, thoroughly modern, and restrained.
I started the day heading north through Isafjordur, through the tunnel, and to the village of Bolungarvik.
BolungarvikPassing through the town, I turned onto the 630 and tackled one of the many steep, winding gravel roads in my rented Suzuki Swift. All-wheel drive was not required as much as caution and attention. A little side trip along the 630, and a winding climb, lead to the top of the world and amazing views and wind of the Lartrar Air Station. Back on the 630 and a very slow and bumpy drive to the beach at the end of the road, I periodically stopped and snapped a few pics. The beach itself at the end of the 630 was anticlimactic after Lartrar and the landscape along the way, so I turned back, worked my way down the gravel roads, passed through Bolungarvik, and before the tunnel turned off to check out the Osvor Maritime Museum, a replica of a 19th-century fishing village. While the turf roof houses were closed, I could still wander and capture a few images.
Tunnels!Back into the tunnel, though Isafjordur, and into a very long tunnel network connecting the north of the Westfjords to the south along with a couple more fishing villages. Once I got the hang of the regular spacing of the southbound “meets” where I occasionally had to pull into to let the northbound traffic pass, the single lane kilometers of tunnels were without issue and were a lot of fun to buzz through.
The Villages of Suðureyri and Flateyri
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