I hate camping. I don’t like sleeping in a tent that every drunk person could fall on. I don’t like lying on an air mattress that loses air overnight. And I want to see the sky when I open my eyes. For all those who feel the same way, I found something there. Exchange the tent for a wooden hut and the air mattress for a normal mattress. You have a door and a window and you can even stand in this wooden tent. And already camping in March isn’t as bad as it sounds. Jackpot…
Recap: I want to see northern lights and it’s my birthday in March. So what better excuse is there to go to Iceland in March to start looking for Northern Lights? Here you get to part 2 of the series.
Disclaimer: The whole thing was organized and financed by myself. I didn’t receive any material or financial consideration from anyone for a link, a mention or anything else. And still ADVERTISEMENT: for links, wooden hut tents, trolls and hot tubs.
Snaefellness -> Borgarnes
From Snaefellsness we went back to Reykjavik. Until Borgarnes. The route between Snaefellsness and Varmahlíð – my next destination in the north of Iceland – would probably have become a tortour at some point. Even if you don’t do anything, driving is exhausting.
The stopover at the Fossatun Camping Pods camping site* had to be done, even if it was a small detour. During the planning of the route and the accommodations I always tried not to drive more than 250 km per day.
Planning your route
So there’s no time pressure, you don’t have to leave early in the morning and if you want you can just hang out somewhere and take a look at the area, but most of all you still have time to explore the destination. That was at least my thought behind it, which is completely true for the first routes. At some point, however, the longshaft resembles those you’ve seen for days and the initial enthusiasm fades from a 11/10 to a 9.5/10.
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Hotel Review: Fossatun Camping Pods
Like I said, I’m not a camping mate. To know that you have to wade through the mud with a full bladder to the next hut in the middle of the night is everything to me, but not romantic. Nothing is romantic at camping. It’s dirty, cold and wet. Unless you have a wooden hut.
The cabins don’t look very spacious from the outside. But they are. Not super insulated, but they withstand the Icelandic weather and if necessary you can even turn on the heating. But not too high, otherwise the fuse flies out. (It’s written on the yellow note on the right.)
For about 10€ you can rent a sleeping bag, towels and pillows. Lara, why have you been to IKEA before? Because I was too stingy to borrow sleeping bags, pillows and towels.
For my first camping attempt after 20 years, the night was modest, but all right. My bladder made its contribution.
Would I be able to stay in the Fossatun Camping Pods again? Yes.
At some point I’ll have a garden where I’ll put a hut just like that. I’ll crawl there with a cup of tea and a book and listen to the rain when it pelts on the roof. That’s romantic, because when it’s empty and the bladder is full, I can go back to the house via an enlightened fixed path.
And what else?
The kitchen was fully equipped and clean. However, the campsite was not very crowded for March. I don’t want to know what it looks like at peak times. I’m also not sure how a handful of toilets should be enough when all the cabins are booked. If you like, you can also splash around in the local hot tubs.
But I was much more enthusiastic about the troll circuit. What I didn’t know before is that around the campsite there is a story about the trolls on Iceland.
- Position: 4/5
- Cost/benefit: 4/5
- Equipment: 4/5
- Cleanliness: 4/5
- Other: 3/5
- Total: 19
- Ø: 3,8
“Put your right hand on your heart and your left on the upper stone. Breathe deeply, close your eyes and think of all the good things that have happened to you in life”.
When she pulled back her hand, you could see a mark on the stone. Many have since put their hand into the imprint and felt the cleansing power of the stone and freed themselves from worries and negative thoughts.
People often speak this verse when they free themselves from their worries at the stone:
Certainly it’s a long way and hard,
life short, misfortunes much,
but above all hardship and desire.
the target shines in the distance.
A trollish affair
The owner of the complex was somewhat impressed by the history of the trolls on Iceland, but could not find any historical history of the troll falls. And where there are no trolls, you just make one up. To the rock formations that look like troll faces that can be found on the banks of the river. How they got there. Trolls only move in the dark and freeze to stone as soon as they are exposed to the sun. Meanwhile there are already three books on his troll stories and the unpleasant creatures (Grýla is apparently not the nicest of all trolls and eats naughty children.) have made it to reality on Troll Mountain.
You really don’t have to stop for the troll falls. For a short walk over the Troll mountain you can stop and warm up afterwards in the restaurant with a coffee.