Víti crater lake in panorama. Still the third day, oh yeah. See those little dots on top of the mountain, they're people, and that's where we climbed to take those photos.
Driving down the road from Víti. I'm not sure what that factory does but a good guess is "hot water from the ground".
Some riders have more epic routes than others.
Then we visited a small-ish national park by the lake. This is where we really found out about the name of Mývatn (= mosquito lake). Previously we had been to higher, dryer ground which doesn't meet their breeding demands but thickets by lakes... whooo boyyyy...
This place had many paths spreading out at all direction from the main path, lovely patches of trees, and an absolute rule that you had to stay on the marked path.
A view from the edge of the bay. Mývatn is large but surprisingly shallow lake and apparently good for fishing trout and salmon.
The other side. The little Finn in me was beside herself at seeing a scenery like this. I mean look at it, remove that mountain and add trees and it's just like home...
See, real actual trees! Spruces, even! ;^;
So pretty! But it was absolutely teeming with mosquitoes.
A lonely mail box in the middle of nowhere.
This is a place where you can see those famous rock formations that are on every single Mývatn postcard. It's not a long walk but prepare for them mosquitoes.
I'm not sure how these came to be... I know I read about it but I can't quite remember...
In any case they're so alien and strange and beautiful I could have stayed there watching them all day.
Moar. Btw there is a reason I would never have been able to spend a day there, let alone full five minutes. The mosquitoes.
Every step sent up hundreds of them, and eventually we even ran to get away from them. However, I did manage some fairly nice photos of the rock formations so our bravery wasn't for nothing!
Birds! Shut up I like birds!!
Strange hill formations. They're like round dents in the ground, or like tiny craters that are completely overgrown.
There's a very popular walking route to them, and it's even possible to walk around the whole lake if you're up to it. We weren't, not after walking through Dimmuborgir, Hot Springs, Hell, National park, Rock formations area etc. but I'm sure it would have been awesome if we had had any strength left.
There's a cute little cafe near the start and end of the route where we had meat soup and a hamburger. I can happily recommend the place, and their meat soup (unless you don't like the taste of lamb).
Afterwards, queuing for the loo I started randomly chatting with an American tourist lady who had just been to Helsinki a couple of weeks ago and told me stories of how beautiful the city was and how the weather was sunny etc. and I had one of the worst hits of longing for home I've had since I moved here. Helsinki is my home, I was born there and have lived there perhaps the longest in my life.
Oh well. I guess Iceland isn't such a bad place to live in either.
(If it only had more trees...)