Iceland - Day 7: Hi Wilson

I had gone to bed at 18:30 yesterday but still woke up a bit later than usual, at 7:30. The mosquitos were awake as well. I am pretty sure I ate a few during breakfast. While walking passed the lake I honestly had a hard time looking around because there were so many bugs flying in my eyes. Out of frustration I clapped my hands in front of my face and killed three. It was again pretty warm. I still didn't have enough room for my jacket in my backpack, but realized I could zip-off my trousers. After a few kilometers I walked up a side road and passed a river where I washed my socks.

meadow in iceland
fluffy flowers in iceland
fluffy flowers in iceland

I arrived at a large river. This one was at least 3 times as wide as the ones I had crossed and a 100 meter further lay another one. I had little choice but to carefully walked through it. Fortunately it wasn't flowing fast. After taking some photos it was time for the second one, which was nearly as wide as the first.

rivers in iceland
wading rivers in iceland

wasn't surprised because I had already anticipated what would happen next. As soon as I reached the opposite side a car arrived which would have been able to bring me across the rivers without getting wet. The man asked where I was going and if I was alone, he also thought it was strange I was crossing the river barefooted. Then he asked if I was sure I had planned everything properly and how I was going to get passed <some Icelandic name>. I didn't understand what he was referring to, but it turned out to be a large river I wasn't planning to cross anyway. He said the landscape here probably was a lot different from back home. Half an hour later I took a break near a nice waterfall. Lunch consisted of 100 grams of peanuts. If I ate the low quality meals now I could save the better ones for later in the trip when I would be more tired. It was so warm I laid down sunbathing in only shorts.

waterfall in iceland

The hidden waterfall

After the waterfall the landscape was pretty dry and with little variation. I took an even smaller side road, which I will follow for the next 100 km. Then I will end up on a slightly larger gravel road that runs all the way to the northern part of Iceland's main ring road.

Icelandic lava fields

I had planned to stop after 20 kilometers but by then was on top of a dry hill. Therefore I walked another 3 km to end up at a small lake. There fortunately where no mosquitoes there. As usual the wind pick up in the evening. It was quite a struggle to pitch my tent without it blowing away.

wild camping in iceland
wild camping in iceland

Like any other day I first lay down for a while to recover and then wrote this story. Later it was time for dinner. Today it would be a small party, as I completed the first week of my trip. As a reward I allowed myself to have dessert and some music. The dessert was a powder that was supposed to be mixed vigorously with milk. Bringing milk powder through customs hadn't seemed a great idea, so instead I tried it with water. It wasn't great. I ended up with a kind of thick strawberry lemonade. I hypothesized this might be because the lack of fat in water compared to milk, so added some of my palm fat. Now I ended up with chunky lemonde. As I had been carrying those vital calories for an entire week I of course still ate all of it.


After brushing my teeth it was time for the after party. My tent was blown nearly flat to the ground because of the high wind. I had spend several hours picking the right songs to bring. 'Someone to talk to' or 'Wish you were here' would probably not do well. I only carried very uplifting or calm music, including the soundtrack of 'Into the Wild'.


The next part of route is indicated on my paper map, but not in my GPS. Therefore I have decided to take a 10-15 km detour. With the small roads here it's safer to be able to follow the GPS. The following week is going to be the most remote part of my trip and will probably end up being the most lonely week of my life. I just hope that near the end I wond end up talking to things, like Tom Hanks in the movie Castaway to his volleyball Wilson.

Distance walked: 23 km