Do it! Go on a long bike ride!
Ice cream while pedaling! Life is good.
Kept here temporarily while I load up my other gear.
I am not kidding about Icelanders and their affection for line-drying things.
Want warm towels? Pipe hot water straight through the towel rack.
Fairly misty. Not as misty as it would eventually become...
From way down the highway I can look back and still see the tourbus tourists walking around the waterfall.
Trout on rye. Remove the plate, keep the plastic. Perfect roadside snack for later.
Goðafoss visitor center.
Goðafoss.
Bridge for tourists to get to Goðafoss from the parking area.
Goðafoss viewing area.
Tourists can't get enough of this one weird bike.
Great masses of people arriving by bus and car, then walking around to the waterfall.
A pretty good camping area. And it was free!
Striking camp. Takes about five minutes!
An impression of my side, in the dirt.
Where I took a spill.
Current journey: Iceland
“Bloody explorers. Ponce off to mumbo-jumbo land and arrive home with a tropical disease, a suntan, and a bag of brown lumpy things, and Bob’s your uncle and everyone’s got a picture of them in the lavatory. I mean, what about all the people who do all the work?”
Edmund Blackadder
