The Snæfellsnes Peninsula – otherwise known as the Sniffle Nose peninsula by my Aunt and Uncle, is a very beautiful place. It was great to get out of the city (as quiet as it is there), and experience more of that wilderness Iceland has to offer.
Driving along this peninsula, the weather turned rainy and dreary, which meant that when it cleared – rainbows were cast across houses and appeared behind distant hills.
I walked along some cliffs and saw deep holes in the ground – you could see the waves rolling in at the bottom. It reminded me of a quiet and blacker version of the Great Ocean Road in Australia – with the amazing formations that popped out of the sea, staggering cliffs and the amazing coast lines that appeared rugged and wild.
We stopped at black sand beaches, pebble beaches and white sand beaches – how many types of beaches are there!!??
We got to Huldufolk territory – Icelandic people refer to them as elves, and they are not to be messed with or joked about – they say that if things go wrong it is the Huldufolk… and you shouldn’t go against them… They play a huge part in the folk-lore and fairy stories of Iceland and some of the locals are quite serious about them. I highly recommend reading up about them before you go, just to be aware and ready!
An amazing formation in the coast was the Elf Church which is a solid piece of lava that hit the sea in a strange way and formed into what appears to be a falling down cathedral. We continued on – stopped and said hello to some more Icelandic Horses, and drove along the peninsula. We tried to spot Orcas and seals in the ocean (no luck), but got a thrill from seeing a few puffins flying overhead.
Have a look at these photos to see what sort of scenery I saw along the way:
We eventually made it around the far Western point and began to return on the other side. I tasted a bit of fresh seaweed (it was very salty), and heard about Trolls and troll houses. At the black-sand beach I tried to lift the lifting stones – used in the past to measure whether men were strong enough to come on the fishing boats. However strong I might think I am, I am definitely not going on any Icelandic Fishing boats anytime soon… slippery black rocks that weigh more then 50kgs are a bit beyond my limit (Do you get extra points for at least trying though?).
Arriving at Kirkjufell – which is the most photographed mountain in Iceland. It stands at 463m high mountain on the north coast of Iceland’s Snæfellsnes peninsula, near the town of Grundarfjörður and it is very beautiful, even in the rain.
On the way back to Reykjavik, stopping at a hidden waterfall just off the road, I got soaked by walking underneath it… it was totally worth it to have that cool, refreshing water splash my cheeks and wake me up!