After our first all Icelandic breakfast, prepared by the lovely elderly owner of the place that went to a lot of trouble to make pan cakes, bread and cake for us and probably got up 4h before us, just to get everything ready, we set out on route 1 heading farther north, but mostly east.
Road 1 is a well known road in Iceland. Rumour has it, that it is the only tarred road in Iceland and it takes you in one big circle around the entire island. We can confirm the latter, however we found several other roads leading away from Route 1 that were also tarred. In addition there were also a few strips on which Road 1 definitely wasn’t tarred. By the time we had figured out where exactly we were actually heading and on which road we were (given that there is supposedly only one tarred road, which is the one we wanted to take, it shouldn’t have been too difficult, right? But somehow it was…), we had already missed the first waterfall we had wanted to visit. We missed it by a good 80km too, so there was no turning back either. But we stayed positive: If there is one thing everybody knows about Iceland, then that is that there is no lack of waterfalls Iceland. Indeed we would be seeing many many more waterfalls down the road. In all forms and sizes. Besides, waterfall or no waterfall, the countryside along the road was amazing!
Shortly after having localized ourselves on the map we came upon a parking lot with several parked cars (which equates to tons of parked cars anywhere else) and several informational markers about volcanoes. We pulled over because there obviously was something to see and stumbled upon two lovely little volcano craters.
After taking a short walk around the crater of one of the, now dead, volcano, we drove on through luscious green valleys and moss-covered lava fields until we reached Glaumbær, an outdoor museum of a typical village from the 19th century. Due to the lack of wood and stone on the island at the time and the great insulating capacities of turf, these houses were almost entirely built out of turf. The fact that the top layer was covered with living plants would also make the houses almost waterproof and the round and huddled form allowed it to withstand the harsh climate. As cute as the houses were, one thing was absolutely obvious: It was a very hard life you lived there.
From Glaumbær on we took the somewhat circumlocutory route along the coast line to our next hotel, where we spent the evening slowly being steamed in the hot tub.