Here's the most common road sign I saw the entire trip:
That translates to "One Lane Bridge", since almost all of the bridges (and tunnels!) in Iceland are single lane, even on the major highways. Some have a declared right of way, but most are first come, first served, so you have to approach slowly, see if anyone else is coming, and then cross quickly. This was particularly fun when there weren't guard rails (Alas, I didn't get any pictures of this, since Carol was quite nervous when we were on those bridges). I probably saw 500 of these signs while driving.
Our next stop was Dimmuborgir, a giant lava field east of Lake Myvatn. The name means "Dark Castles", and you can see why: the lava field makes lots of walls, towers, and tunnels (alas, the crappy weather also made for somewhat bland photos). It's also got a nice mythology to it: Dimmuborgir is supposedly the home to the Yule Lads
. The Yule Lads are the result of a head-on collision between old Norse and Christian traditions: the Yule Lads are the sons of the mountain trolls (Grýla
). Unlike the Grýla themselves (who search out and scare naughty children), the Yule Lads only come at Christmastime, and are more mischievous than anything else: they have names like door-slammer (Hurðaskellir), bowl-licker (Askasleikir), sausage-swiper (Bjúgnakrækir), and meat-hook (Ketkrókur, he looks down chimneys and steals roasting meat with a long hook). The supposed way to get the Yule Lads to leave you alone is for your parents to give you lots of clothing at Christmas (I swear I'm not making this up!)
After Husavik and Dimmuborgir, we wanted to get dinner. While Vogafjós almost lured us in again, we decided to mix it up and try another of the area's restaurants, Gamli Bærinn:
Gamli Bærinn is basically a pub, with a decent beer list, burgers, and the like.
The modest kitchen of Gamli Bærinn:
In a role reversal from lunch, Carol opted for the burger, which was a rather good burger (one of the best of the trip):
While I opted for the bottomless bowl of soup: