I learned tonight that a sleeping bed is not necessarily what I thought would be a sleeping bag: I had a linen sleeping bag, and therefore said I have a sleeping bag, therefore we did not get a blanket (but we had enough to wear, so so problem).
We left Grundafjörður quite quickly, and headed towards Helgafell, a hill providing the fulfillment of three wishes, when climbed silently. In Stykkishólmur, I had already been in July and eaten my first nearly-alive mussels (and an urchin). Again, it was a very nice cosy village with a open and wonderful open-air swimming pool and hot tubs.
From there on, I had my biggest experience so far in terms of driving on gravel road - approx. 70-80 km towards east.
We arrived at the Sæberg Hostel at 8pm, near Reykir, next to the Hrútafjörður separating the east from Iceland from the Westfjords (our plan for tomorrow).
The hostel had a hot-tub, perfect.
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