Over the course of the next few weeks, I’ll be posting a tastefully-edited version of the journal I kept during the time I spent in Iceland. You can find all the entries and more on the “Iceland Transcribed” page.
My day started much, much earlier than I intended thanks to my roommate’s incessant snoring. I could hear him through my ear plugs, and listening to music couldn’t drown him out, either. Thankfully, I was able to doze for a while before I actually had to get up.
After checking out and inquiring about buses, I began my journey to Akranes [Ah-kren-aes]. That journey involved waiting at a bus station for two hours in the rain, but it was still a journey.
Akranes is a small fishing village about a 45 minute bus ride west of Reykjavik. There’s not much else to say about it, other than it is home to a phenomenal bakery and boasts two lighthouses.
I asked the girl at the tourist information center about hiking Akrafjall, and she said I could walk there, that I should go to the peak, and follow the river through the ravine on the way back down.
The man running the hostel said basically the same thing.
This hostel is a good deal smaller than Reykjavik City Hostel, and I think I actually have a room to myself, which is a wonderful change of pace.
I will admit to being a bit homesick, though. After getting used to the bustle and color of Reykjavik and moving to the dreary remoteness that is Akranes, I think my adrenaline and excitement have abated and now I realize I have nothing familiar nearby. It makes me miss my own bed, with my cat, in my not-great apartment with my wonderful roommates…
I’m sure I’ll feel better after my hike tomorrow. And maybe a nap. It’s not even dinner time yet but I’m pretty sure this day has lasted for a year.