Day 73 - Beydalur - "Its been 40 years .." !

Our first priority after leaving our lovely accommodation at Hofsos was fuel as we sped along quiet roads to Blonduos. Finding a servo I watched with just a little amusement as Kev performed a type of Icelandic jig even dragging the fuel pump attendant out before realizing that the pump was credit card only !

Picking up the main Reykjavik road from Blonduos we travelled along non descript roads before turning towards the Western Fjiords at Staour.

Not only did the scenery start to pick up but so did our interest in the roads which for some strange reason kept alternating between bitumen and dirt potholes every 5 kms or so .

What really peeved us was the occasional 4wd with super sized wheels (we nick named them Billy Big Wheels) which would fly past us from the opposite direction threatening to pit our rental car with numerous rocks !

Eventually we worked our way to the head of the Fjiord arms where a 1-2 km forward drive first required a 30 km detour down and back on the sides of the fjiord

Luckily our destination was Fjiord number 2 which required only a 12 kms off road drive to Beydalur a cross between a B&B and an outdoor adventure centre that included horse riding and canoeing.

Situated in an impressive valley we were worded up at the reception to the fact that Beydalur also had its very own natural hot springs about 800 metres from our cabin.

With H in tow and in Indianna Jones mode we crossed a dangerous river where a fall could have been lethal (wet socks leading to hypothermia) before arriving at our hole in the ground - our very own natural outdoor hot tub !

Now for those that know H you'd be aware that he last went swimming some 40 years ago and last had a hot bath 16 years ago - so it was reasonable to suggest that water and H needed to be reacquainted !

Taking the plunge we both luxuriated in our magnificent natural surrounds laying back taking in the scenery while wondering which rock hid the buzzer for outdoor room service !

Taking turns to take photos H thought he'd show me his Mexican high dive routine when he slipped on a mossy rock re-entering the pool falling in head first and taking in a good litre or two of hot water up and in his various orifices !

Returning invigorated to our cabins we tidied up ourselves before heading next door to the residents own restaurant and one of our few cooked meals to date in Iceland - what a treat, what a place !