Skogar Hostel is ranked at the bottom of our accommodations list currently which is mainly due to the poor WiFi. The WiFi master informed Megan the connection was very weak. We are millennials. We don't do well without Internet. The restaurant we ate dinner at had free WiFi, but they kicked us out at 9:30 pm. Our options were:
A. Stand outside to finish up our instagraming, blogging, emailing, imessaging, etc
B. Go to our hostel and sleep
C. Drive our car 20 feet to park right outside the restaurant and steal their WiFi signal
I am not ashamed. We went with option C, so we could finish googling our plans for today.
Today was our last day in the south of Iceland. We drove 30 minutes west to the Seljalandfoss waterfall. There is a cave behind the waterfall, so you can walk behind it. A little Googling will inform you to wear a rain jacket and waterproof pants if you walk behind the fall. So many tourists walked behind it in jeans and flip flops. A. Who wears flip flops in Iceland, especially when climbing around a a slippery, rocky path by a waterfall? B. Who thinks cotton sweatshirts and denim are waterproof? Total amateur hour at Seljalandfoss. Luckily we were outfitted appropriately.
There are 3 waterfalls within a 5 minute walk from Seljalandfoss. The final waterfall along the path is Gljufrabui (I promise I am not making up these names). It is 40 meters tall and partially hidden behind a cliff. You have to walk through a stream to get inside the cave. We were drenched by the time we left the cave, but it was well worth it.
We drove an hour to Reykholt to stop at Cafe Mika. Cafe Mika is known for its chocolate truffles. Since sweets are my main food group, we had to stop. If you ever find yourself in Reykjolt, Iceland, go to Cafe Mika and get the blueberry truffle. Tell them Laura sent you. They will have no idea who Laura is, but it will sound cool.
Right down the road from Cafe Mika is Geysir--1 of the 3 attractions in a loop known as the Golden Circle. Geysir is a, you guessed it, geyser. It was the first geyser written about in print and from which the word geyser derived. Geysir erupts infrequently and usually after earthquakes. It last erupted in 2000, and it's eruption is taller than that of Old Faithful. In the same park as Geysir is Strokkur. Strokkur erupts every 10 minutes. There is an area roped off around it; however, the splash zone Mother Nature produces cannot always be predicted. Strokkur went a little crazy, and it's spray exceeded the roped off area and drenched a guy from head to toe. Poor guy probably smelled like rotten eggs the rest of the day due to the sulfur in the water. Shout out to Geysir for having a super nice visitors center. It was reminiscent of a nice ski lodge in Utah. Even my mother would approve of it.
Next on the Golden Circle route was Gullfoss. Gullfoss is two waterfalls with a total height of 31 meters. The last stop was Thingvellir National Park. Thingvellir is the site of a rift valley that marks the crest of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge (ridge between the Eurasian and North American continental plates) and the largest natural lake in Iceland that is the only lake in the world to house four species of trout. The plates drift apart at 2 centimeters a year. Yikes. We walked along the ridge and met a friendly lady from Weatherford, Texas. Then we headed to Hjardarból Guesthouse in between Selfoss and Hveragerði- two towns you have never heard of. We have a three person room and wonderful WiFi. We are happy millennials now.
We are even happier because Selfoss is a big town relatively speaking. It has a population of about 7,000 people which means it has a bigger variety of dining options. No sandwiches and French fries for us tonight! We ate at Tryggvaskali which is God's gift to American tourists who travel in the south of Iceland. Maybe we were just really hungry, but it ranks as one of the best meals we have had in our lives. Tryggvaskali is housed in the oldest house in Selfoss built in 1890. The interior looks like it came straight from Pottery Barn with mason jar lights, mixed matched plates, and drift wood tables. We got the salmon with broccoli, barley, cheese and blueberries--all locally sourced. The waiter informed us the salmon came from under the bridge on the Olfusa River that we could see from the window. He also informed us salmon has been the local dish in Selfoss for 120 years. We ate our every bite of our salmons and barely made it home before sinking into the food coma we are currently experiencing. Hope we get out of this food coma by tomorrow morning.