Riding to Reykjavik

My collection of GPS recordings told me there was an often-used bike path just east of the museum, and I wanted to avoid getting on the highway for as long as possible, so I followed that little orange line on my phone.

Now this is a bike path.

That was a good decision. The bike path was marvelous. I couldn’t have imagined a better one, in better weather.

Lots of nesting and hunting birds.

But it did eventually come to an end, and I had to get on the shoulder of highway 41, a chunk of the “ring road” that goes around Iceland. Always super-busy, in this corridor between the airport and the capital.

The road ahead into Reykjavik. This is by far the busiest stretch of highway in the country. And yet, I saw other people biking it.

Fellow cyclist on the other side of the road, coming out from Reykjavik. In the background you can see "the tallest building in Iceland".

Yeeeah, brah!! Keep on truckin'!

It was a nice morale boost to see others enduring this road along with me.

Grasses and lichen eking out a living on lava rock, slowly turning windblown nutrients and snowmelt into soil.

It almost looks like a messy giant spread green frosting all over the hillside.

Not kidding about the frosting. It's everywhere.

Eventually the landscape grew more urbanized, and I departed from the main highway, switching around through a series of streets and bike paths.

I never realized until today how much the back of my loaded touring bike looks like a butt...

I uh ... Yeah. Okay! Why not!

It rained, then cleared, then rained again, then cleared, and the sun actually grew hot.

Enjoying the brief direct sunlight for a few moments.

For a while I was on a piece of the Eurovelo route still in the planning stages. It led me between two large buildings with a shallow fountain between them, inlaid with blue and white tiles in a very pleasing design.

This view, this nifty shallow pool, this easy afternoon weather, after those hours of hard biking ... Another truly perfect bike tour moment.

I stopped and admired the fountain, and the view, and the fresh air, and that general feeling of pleasant fatigue that sets in after riding a long way. It was another one of those perfect bike trip moments, where you say to yourself, “This just made the whole journey worthwhile, all by itself.” I lingered there for almost half an hour and took a bunch of photos. Icelanders walked in or out of a nearby restaurant at regular intervals, each giving me a quizzical look.

Another hour of fairly technical city riding brought me to the front door of my AirBnB. I was a little late, but not too late. Most of the restaurants around town were still open. I checked in quickly, heaped a pile of gear inside my room, and set out again for snacks.

Vietnamese-ish noodle soup. Not bad; not great. I wolfed it down and then went back to the house, so I could properly unpack and organize my gear for a multi-day stay. While I was doing that I browsed around the common areas of the house a little. The decorations were very cute!

This plaque is on the house where my AirBnB is. The historian Björk Ingimundardóttir (Note: Not the famous singer) was born in 1943. So... What, this was her house?

They're just SO CUTE!

Resting on the piano of my AirBnB

One Response to Riding to Reykjavik

  1. Jeremy Hatch says:

    When in danger etc is definitely from a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta.

    These posts are all great!

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