DAY EIGHT

In the morning I decided to use a bus to get me to Selfoss where I would be passed the worst of the hills and bad weather, I also had a couple of aching elbows (a reoccurring injury) that welcomed the rest. I got to the campsite and after putting up the tent and a brew set out for the coast to put the miles on the clock that I had missed out on. The route that I had chosen to add these miles, took me first south along a track to the small but picturesque settlement of Stokkseyri and then north back to Selfoss via Eyrarbakki.

An hour into the ride I was stopped by an Icelander driving home to his farm for lunch, he had read about the trip and wanted to shake my hand, he invited me to join him for lunch with his family and I 
accepted. He ran a small farm with about 30 horses and as we sat in the afternoon sun we ate and chatted about Iceland and my experience's so far. His wife, who is Danish and spoke very good English, did a good job of translating some of my ramblings and helping me get my head around some Icelandic pronunciations. 

We said our goodbyes and I continued on my way, stopping only once to enjoy the spectacle of about 50 Icelandic horses. They were charging down a small track toward me at the tilt, a gait that is unique to Icelandic horses, something in between a trot and a canter, fortunately they were being escorted and controlled by their owners so my initial fear of being flattened by this stampede was allayed.

 I arrived back in Selfoss at about 5pm and set about my normal routine.