Iceland Day 8: Borganes and a day with the trolls

Today was not a very rushed day, which was nice. We checked-in to our hotel, Hotel Bru, during the day and then we stopped to see the falls at Húsafell and we went to see some troll exhibits. The weather was a grey and drizzly so we were not motivated to do any hiking. At Húsafell there are two sets of waterfalls: one is Barnafoss (Children’s Fall). There used to be a stone bridge crossing the falls, but according to the legend, two children who fell and lost their lives over that natural bridge while the parents were in town at church for Christmas Mass. The story is that the mother of those kids had the bridge destroyed (via some spell) once she realized what had happened. The other set of waterfalls is Hraunfossar (meaning “lava falls”) is an intriguing series of springs coming out of the Hallmundarhraun lava flow appearing like a long 900m strand of cascades laced within the rough grooves of the lava.

After the falls, we decided to try one of the easy hikes in the Húsafell area. At the tourist info centre, we had picked up one of hiking maps, which looks hand drawn and is very difficult to decipher.

We had to guess where the starting point was, which meant driving around in circles to orientate ourselves. We decided on a supposedly easy ‘walk’, described as romantic. The weather didn’t help set the mood. Add buzzing flies around your head and walking aimlessly in the bush was not my idea of a good time. Let’s just say that neither of us were in good spirits, so we got in the car and went troll hunting.

As we got back into the car, I knew I was cranky and I knew hubby knew I was cranky. I hate that. I wanted to say something about how I felt instead of acting it out. It wasn’t long before we arrived at Fossatún Troll Garden where I reached out to hold hubby’s hand and he hung on. We were ok.

On the way back to our hotel, we decided we wanted a fancy meal, so based on our guidebook, we chose Icelandair Hotel Hamar. It’s a luxury hotel with an 18-hole golf course. Of all the courses we’ve seen so far in Iceland, this is one of the better looking ones, but it’s still not world-class. We decided to get our ‘city clothes’ out of our suitcases and we quickly fixed ourselves up in the car as best we could. The minute you walked in to the restaurant, you could tell this was classified as fine dining. We were seated by the window and could watch golfers on the green and teeing up. We also had a view of the little potager garden where the chef was harvesting some herbs. We started off with some local farmed mussels which were very good and meaty (ISK 1.600). I ordered the lamb (ISK 4.900), and Nelson had a fish dish – I think our server said it was red fish (?).

 

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