DAY FOUR

The next morning found me at the bus terminus awaiting the 7.30am to Egilsstadir on the East Coast where I would have to transfer to the bus for Hofn. The whole journey would take 12 hours

so there was plenty of time to take in the views, we travelled first east to Myvatn stopping along the way to view the falls at Godafoss.

Myvatn is a lake that is very shallow its average depth is only 2-1/2 m and it's surrounded by volcanic formations.

It is a very picturesque area and popular with both tourists and flies, lots of flies, we stopped for 20min to pick-up and drop off passengers and from there we headed east on Route 1 but on track not tarmac. The scenery was fantastic at times it looked like the pictures sent back by Sojourner from Mars.
Occasionally stopping from time to time to view and take pictures we finally arrived in Egilsstadir and had to wait 2 hrs for the next bus to Hofn. This was not a problem because it gave those of us, that had the gear and food, opportunity to have a brew and something to eat. 

Once on the road again everyone seemed happy just quietly taking in the breathtaking vistas punctuated only by brief interruptions from the driver as he pointed out places of historical interest.

Some parts of east and south Iceland I thought resembled some areas of North Wales or Scotland with, deep, green valleys and snow capped mountains and a single winding track slicing through them. Eventually the south coast came into view and the track wound its way west along the edge of the mountains with the cliffs to our left dropping down 2 or 300 ft to the North Atlantic. At times I thought we might be doing a remake of that scene in the Italian Job. We arrived in Hofn at 7.30pm at the campsite I found a pitch made some food and settled in for a good night's sleep.