It was a beautiful sunny day. In fact it was so hot I could feel how I will get sunburned but it was totally enjoyable. One of those days that fills you with warmth and makes you happy.
Day 3 – Borgarnes – Budardalur
During breakfast the “campsite receptionist” arrived to collect the fees. After I packed and prepared, but before moving on the way to Budardalur I went back to the town for supplies and then the day could start. I said goodbye to the extremely friendly Icelandic family I met the previous night and continued on the main road.
The road was absolutely enjoyable, no climbing, sun shinning, little wind and the views were so beautiful.
I knew though that there is a big climb coming later on in the day. There was a more than 10% grade to climb followed by a 8%+ one for about 3-4 kilometers. I was still fresh and lacked the strength so those climbs were a huge challenge (read pushing up the hill here). Because of that I was saving my energy.
I was approaching to point of the climb. Just before I stopped for my midday break and some nourishment with a magnificent view back at the valley where I just came from. The road was fairly quiet now as I had moved away from the number one road.
The climb was very difficult for me. Really steep and long. I pushed most of the first section with intermittent starting and stopping (which is not great for your muscles). The less steep section at around 8% I managed to climb on few long bursts. It was colder and windier at the higher altitude and I was glad when I reached top with a very long downhill following the painful (and rewarding) push up.
The wind on the downhill was quite strong at the top but died down towards the bottom. I stopped to take some photos and immediately the air filled with flies right in my face. I left the photos and started cycling again. The flies couldn’t keep up as long as my speed was above 15-17km/h.
The ride continued and after some really beautiful sections where I just enjoyed it without stopping I finally made it to Budardalur. I could see the rain clouds gathering so the tent was pitched immediately and everything inside set up. I was ready for dinner so jumped over to the nearby gas station for provisions. An apple was the treat for the evening, pasta and some eggs that I boiled for the following day as well.
I made a friend at the campsite as well. Didn’t get her name but she was very friendly (and photogenic):
The 5 minute shower
The guy responsible for the campsite came over and after covering my sleeping fee I asked about the showers. There were showers but you paid for 5 minutes. Receiving a ticket one could put it in a reader that then actives the shower for 5 minutes and it stops after. It was a hot and long day so I decided to have one, prepared all my shower stuff and clothes and went to the cabins. The available shower’s door was not locking, but after some trying a guy that was sitting outside and waiting for his girlfriend to finish showering told me he would just tell people that it is occupied.
I got in, undressed, prepared soap etc. and then put the ticket in. The shower started and I jumped in, very quickly soaped up (literally it took me half a minute maximum) and then the water stopped. I was completely covered in soap, sitting naked in the shower. I tried to put the ticket again but nothing happened. The shower lasted no more than 1 minute and the guy responsible for the campsite had left (they didn’t stay near the campsite).
I put my tiny lightweight travel towel around my waist and went outside (the guy’s face was priceless at that point). I quickly tip-toed to the toilet (separate from the showers) and locked myself inside. There was a tiny sink in the toilet so I started splashing water on myself to wash off the soap. After a few mins it was done and I put my towel again and tip-toed back to the shower where my clothes were and dressed.
Not the best shower I’ve had but I was still very glad to have had it. It later became a point of conversation with a polish guy who was staying there with his family and we had a good laugh about it.
It was a great third day in Iceland and I was slowly developing a rhythm. The weather had been merciful to me and I was very thankful for it and I knew that it won’t last much longer.