Iceland - Day 22 : Back to Reykjavik
It turned out the swimming pool didn't open until noon. Instead I talked some more with my neighbour and went to explore the area behind the geyser.
View towards the other side of the mountain
I packed my stuff and headed over to the swimming pool. It turned out it was possible to enter before noon after all, however, the sign indicating that was only visible after entering the pool. There was nobody else. I put my socks on top of my backpack so that no one would dare to get close. While undressing I happened to look into a mirror which was quite the shock. I wasn't very heavy to begin with but now I really looked someone with anorexia.
The pool was relaxing. The bus afterwards a bit less. There were dozens of different busses including from different companies. You weren't given a ticket either, even if you had to transfer. Around 14:00 a bus arrived for the right destination, but the wrong line. It was also a lot cheaper. I am pretty sure it was just someone using his van to make a few extra bucks, but took it anyway.
The guy was on the phone the entire time while driving. We made it to Pingvellir alive, but this car ride was arguably more dangerous than my entire hike. In the past the Icelandic parliament had been seated here and it was also exactly located on the American-European continental divide. It was crazy beautiful but half the people in my bus only went to the restaurant. I didn't get it.
We would stay only half an hour and then half an hour at a different spot. That again meant I needed to run my lungs out to see everything. We lost a Russian couple that travelled with us and couldn't find someone we were supposed to pick up. After driving 10 loops through the park everything worked out.
On the way to Reykjavik we nearly crashed, twice. Fortunately the driver left us at the campsite and not in the city center, I really didn't want to walk for another hour. After pitching my tent I did something I hadn't done in 3 weeks: shower! The water was cold so it wasn't super great, I also needed to put my dirty clothes on again.
Later I met Thibaut and we talked about the places we each visited and what things we could do in Reykjavik. He turned out to be even worse than me. When I had been hiking in the Vosges I thought I had brought macaroni, but it had turned out to be only freeze dried sauce mix. Thibaut had brought macaroni, but when he wanted to cook it he had thought it was only sauce, so he had been eating garbage food instead. Now he had discovered it actually was macaroni afterall. We have planned a lot of things for tomorrow and I will probably still end up walking a lot, but I am not in Reykjavik every day.