Chilling in Árnes campground
August 4, 2021 Filed under Curious
This late in the season, campgrounds are often underpopulated. I awoke to find I was one of just three people. Everyone else had moved on.
The tent did not appear to be leaking, but the air was so humid and cold that my sleeping bag and some of my clothing was damp, presumably from condensation due to my body heat and breath. The stuff I had under the alcove next to my bike was dry.
The changing weather gave me an hour of sunlight in the late morning, so I stacked everything on the roof. The meager heat and the air worked their magic.
The place was deserted for most of the day. Later on a busload of tourists would stop and most of them would order food from the restaurant. For now it was just me.
I managed to synchronize my email and work materials, using the wifi in the store. Most of the day passed with my head down over the laptop, writing code and updating tickets and documentation.
Eventually the bus arrived and a crowd of other adventurers temporarily surrounded me. The company was welcome. Everyone was in good spirits regardless of the weather, and happy to get a warm meal.
People ordered food and clustered at the little tables, chatting about their lives back home. Some of them were actually Icelanders, taking the shuttle to reach friends elsewhere in the country. I overheard a trio of women talking in mixed English and Icelandic about e-bikes and scooters, and how disorienting it was to see them flooding the streets in the capital city over the last few years. “One of them almost clobbered me today!”
A little girl walked past my table into the bathroom area. Her mother followed shortly after, and said, “Dear, you went into the gents bathroom” in a strong Indian accent.
The girl was mortified. “Oh no,” she said, her voice echoing from behind the door. She was already inside a stall. “Oh no! Oh nooooooooo!!”
“It’s okay; stay there,” said the mom, with the faintest hint of exasperation in her voice. She waited outside the room while her daughter finished up.
The most gregarious person there was the bus driver. I complemented him on his hat, and he told me the story of how he ended up driving a tourbus in Iceland. We would have chatted for hours except he had a schedule to keep, and soon he raised his voice and said “fifteen minutes, everyone!”
I got an ice cream cone and followed the crowd out to the bus, and waved at the driver.
I lingered in the common area for as long as I could, continuing my work. Eventually they locked up for the night.