Long driving day so short post.

We have officially concluded our explorations of the Westfjords, and have relocated to the next peninsula to the south.

Before I get started, I would like to share the correct pronunciation of this peninsula. Because I was unable to say it correctly, I was calling it “Snuffleupagus” in an homage to my favorite Sesame Street character. Upon hearing this, Hadda spent the next few minutes trying to understand what I was talking about. In her infinite patience, she worked with me for FIVE DAYS to say the name correctly. So now my friends, I share this with you so that we don’t inflict any more unintentional pain on unsuspecting Icelandic people.

• Snæ= Sni -pronounced like the first part of “snide”
• Fells = Instead of “she falls down” it’s the ungrammatical “she fells down”

*Ness = like the Loch-Ness Monster

Ok, moving on. We spent most of the day on gravel roads moving at high speeds. Peter seems to have more faith in our rental bucket of bolts with 100,000 miles on it than I do.

We stopped at Erik the Red’s farm, which is also the birthplace of Leif Erikson (son of Erik). Erik had a temper, and was not a man to be trifled with. He also happened to have a knack for marketing. He was kicked out of not 1, but 2, countries (Norway and Iceland). After some violent conflicts involving his neighbors he was banished from Iceland for 3 years and sailed to a largely uninhabited island to the west. He named it Greenland to make it sound nice, and to get people to come over to hang out with him. He must have had the persuasive skills of Don Draper because he convinced 25 shiploads of people from Iceland to go over to Greenland with him.

Oh, and we photographed a waterfall and a church.