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Monday, 28 June.
Having slept long and sound, we finally crawl out of the bed around 12:30pm.
The weather is not as good as yesterday, and the sky is overcast.
Still, we can see some bits of blue sky in the west. Farmers have been out in the fields
making hay yesterday, and now they are wrapping it all up in white plastic.
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We say good morning to the porcelain bunny sitting by the window in the TV room.
Then we are off to Isafördur: a peaceful town with a harbour, some nice little
old houses. We are told it's an important cultural centre of Iceland, with a long
tradition in classical music education, and that many artists and musicians
come from here.
First we pick up Hrafnhildur and Inga from Inga's
grandfather's house, then stop by in town centre to buy some stationery.
Iceland being
such a small country, right outside the shop we bump into Ásta's (well, our)
neighbour from Reykjavík - she's visiting her daughter in Isafördur (right).
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We then drive back the tunnel - this tunnel is not only the longest tunnel in Iceland, but
it also has a turning inside, so it's a 3-way tunnel: about 2km from the Isafördur
entrance, we take the right turn this time, which will take us to the top
of the Súgardar Fjord. We drive further down the fjord and arrive in the little
fishing village of Sudureyri - filled with air smelling of fish! We (well, at least Akiko)
found it very pleasing, but it could be a vegetarian's nightmare, we suppose.
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A cute little outdoor swimming pool, where we go for a quick dip. (Usako & Kousa
stay in the changing room.)
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Across the road is the harbour.
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We then go for a walk around the village.
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There are quite a few duck families, both here and near Korpudalur.
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A little house in the middle of the water - no idea what it's for.
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The road continues along the coast to the next valley. Here, outside the
harbour, the water is much bluer than inside.
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We find this on a grassy slope, behind one of the houses in the village, and wondered
if it's meant to be art. Later on we are told that it's a memorial for a local
character, on whose life the Nobel laureate Halldór Laxness based his novel
"World Light".
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You might have been wondering, upon reading our complaints that it's been "too warm", how
on earth the mountains could still be capped with snow. Well, so have we... On our way
back, we even see some snow still left on the roadside, just before the tunnel
entrance.
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As we drop the girls off in Isafördur and start heading back to Korpudalur,
the sky is beginning to be filled with dark clouds. (Taken from the town centre,
looking towards the harbour. The airport can just about be seen in the far distance, too.)
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It starts to sprinkle later on in the evening, so we can't sit outside for very long and
have to work indoors. We can still see some clear sky in the western horizon though, and
the sun going down is beautiful again - we love this mixture of the monochrome sky and bright
colours at the bottom corner!
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