The last part of the last day, beginning with a photopuzzle of Hvítserkur (Whiteskirt).
Stopping to have a look at the textile museum in Blönduós. It was such a dream place for me. Handmade embroidery, weaving, lace, knitting, crocheting, tatting, what have you...
OMG the details of the national garb!
The next room of handmade lace took me ages to walk through because of everything there was to see and I realized I would have to get Rinna of Pitsikirja some saabisu: enjoy! (The pics can be clicked larger as per usual. Sorry that they're so dark but nothing would have made me use the flash at these old beauties!)
The best part was that they give you cotton gloves at the door, and you're allowed to touch the items as long as you keep them on! Downstairs there's also a possibility to try weaving etc.
Lastly we went to see Miss Whiteskirt, a troll lade that got surprised by the morning and turned to stone if I remember the story correctly. It's a dirt road all the way and the last bit is fairly scary, with potholes deeper than you'd like to think, but somehow our trusty little Hann Sóló took us there and back. He's either the little car that could or has some jeep somewhere in his lineage, IDK but no matter how much I love Citroën I feel a bit unfaithful already because nothing would be better for these gravel roads than our Mitsubishi!
A réttir. It's like reindeer separating back home. You drive the sheep down from the mountains and into the réttir and then you start figuring out which one belongs to whom.
The idea was to camp for the night, and after some driving around we decided to settle at Hvammstangi. However, the wind that had been strong the whole day had only gotten worse. Somehow we managed to pitch up the tent in that horrible weather but the moment it was done the wind collapsed it. Totally by force. All the pegs were firmly in the ground and the dome poles in place, but the tent was unable to stand against the weather. We decided not to try sleeping in a tent. In fact, we decided it might be better to cut the trip and drive home, even if it took us all night. The weather forecast, you see, had promised the wind would get only stronger at night...
Nearing Borgarnes. Don't let the beauty fool you, the wind was no easier here.
We got home around midnight, and even though we were a bit sad about having to cut Snæfellsnes from the plan it did feel good to be home again. And sleep in a bed. Oh, yes.