Day 45: Svínafelli Campsite – Bragdavellir Camping

Up early, practically with an alarm clock – we're so out of practice these days.

At 9:10 we're back at Fjallsarlön, and yes, there are still spots available for 9:30.

Just under 80 euros per person, and it's absolutely worth it:

There are only eight of us in the boat, so we have plenty of room and are comfortable. We have about 45 minutes to enjoy the ride on the icy lake and near the glacier's calving front. The ice is about 700-800 years old when it arrives here. The blue color comes from the fact that the ice is highly compressed or has just broken off. The dark icebergs contain a large amount of ash or lava. And the calving front is about 30 meters high.

Simply beautiful and absolutely breathtaking. Although, even here you can see on the mountain that the glacier used to be much higher.

East of Jökulsárlón, we drive along a rough, bumpy gravel track to Breiðamerkurjökull. Huge scree slopes, dark, cracked ice fields, and another fantastic view of the mountains.

A detour to Höfn (bad coffee, bad cake, 26 euros). A quick stop at a black pebble beach. That's all we can manage.

We drive a little further northwest and hopefully spend the night in calm, dry weather at the Bragðavellir campsite. Lots of Icelanders here. We learn the phrase "Þetta reddast" – which means something like "it'll be alright" or "that's life," "we can't influence it anyway." And we actually run into Icelanders with whom we shared the small kitchen one rainy morning in Drangsnes.

For dinner, we have burgers and catch a few minutes of the France-Spain semi-final. We completely missed it...