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Reykjavik,
Iceland
plus the Reykjanes
and Miðnes peninsulas - Reykjanesfólkvangur, Bláa Lónið, Kleifvarvatn,
et al
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Iceland is
a volcanic island in the North Atlantic where the forces of
earth - both volcanism and the brutal North Atlantic weather - are
experienced first-hand. The island would be an excellent tourist
destination were it not brutally expensive and were it served by
a better airline than the disappointing Icelandair.
Iceland, called
Ísland in Icelandic, has been settled since 870 but was known
to Europeans as early as the fourth century before the Common Era.
Europeans, though, had little to do with the island, as the northern
ocean was believed to be a "vicious jelly." A few Celtic
monks headed for Iceland in the seventh century of the Common Era
either to spread Christianity or establish hermitages. To the disappointment
of the missionaries and the delight of the hermits, they found the
island uninhabited.
The first Norse
to visit Iceland were blown off course whilst trying to find the
Faroe Islands. The first permanent settlement of Iceland occurred
in 874 by Ingolfur Arnarson. Iceland was not really settled by Vikings,
but rather by ordinary Scandinavians and Celts fleeing tyranny on
the mainland. Having been victims of tyranny, Icelanders established
the first Parliament, the Alþing (the "þ" is pronounced
"th") in 930. Ironically, just 70 years later that same
Parliament forced Christianity upon the people. The Icelandic Sagas,
considered the finest European Medieval literature, were written
around this time.
Despite promising
beginnings, Iceland descended into Civil War in 1230 and was more-or-less
annexed by Norway in 1262. The Norwegians, masters of the imposition
of excessive taxes, squeezed every kronor from Iceland while volcanic
eruptions, harsh winters, and the Black Death of 1402-1404 ravaged
the countryside. In 1397, the Kalmar Union brought Iceland and Norway
under Copenhagen's rule. In 1602, the Danes imposed a Trade Monopoly
that severely restricted Icelanders' ability to import goods from
the mainland.
Six centuries
of oppression by Norwegians, Danes, and various volcanos allowed
nationalist sentiment to coalesce in the 1800s, and by 1940, with
Denmark occupied by Nazi Germany, the Alþing quietly declared Iceland's
independence. Iceland went to war with Britain in 1958 and 1975
over fishing rights but was chosen to host a Reagan-Gorbechev summit
in 1986.
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The
flight into Iceland may or may not show some spectacular scenery.
The flight from Stockholm in particular flies over Europe's largest
glacier, Vatnajökull, where it melts into the Atlantic. |
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Reykjavik City
Center airport, one of the world's only airports within walking
distance of downtown, is the departure point for prop planes flying
to various points in Iceland and Greenland. Here I am boarding an
ill-fated Fokker 50 turboprop for the 2 hour flight to Kulusuk,
Greenland. The flight made it to within sight of the airstrip
in Greenland but the weather was too stormy and we had to come back
to Iceland.
Caution on
flying Icelandair: Avoid taking Icelandair unless your final
destination is Iceland. Unfortunately, Icelandair has a virtual
monopoly on Reykjavik airport. Icelandair promotes itself as a cheap
alternative across the Atlantic that will let you stop over in Reykjavik
for a couple of days. Think twice before taking Icelandair if you
actually hope to make it to the continent. There is only one flight
a day from only four US gateways (Boston, JFK, BWI, and Minneapolis),
and if you miss your connection, Icelandair will tell you 'tough
s---' and book you on the next day's flight (as happened to me--twice).
Connections in Keflavik are tight and the airport is subject to
the worst of the North Atlantic's weather. Unlike US carriers, Icelandair
does not accept responsibility for missed connections and will coldly
abandon you at the airport if you miss a connection. (I speak with
experience.) If your final destination is continental Europe, taking
Icelandair is begging for trouble. You're much more likely to get
to your destination if you get stuck in Heathrow than if you get
stuck on a volcanic island in the middle of the ocean.
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If
arriving internationally, the plane will land at Keflavik, a military
base and civilian airport on the far end of the Reykjanes Peninsula.
The Reykjanes is the most barren moonscape I have ever seen. Covering
20 miles of moss-covered lava flows, the bus ride across the barren
Reykjanes to the capital leaves visitors wondering what the heck they
signed up for when coming to Iceland. Some of the lava flows are less
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Bláa
Lónið, the Blue Lagoon, is a pool of cyanobacteria-laden water
from a nearby geothermal power plant. Seawater seeps into the porous
volcanic rock, is heated by the earth, and is pulled into the power
plant's turbines. The effluent is sent to Bláa Lónið. The silica and
blue-green algae are said to cure psoriasis. The Lagoon has parking
for 37 tour busses and charges a $15 admission fee to swim. This view
is free from the road. |
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Crossing
a short volcanic ridge from Bláa Lónið, one arrives in Grindavik,
a little fishing village of 2300. Storms off the fierce North Atlantic
pelt Grindavik and many other south-Icelandic villages with a perpetual
rain of salty sea-spray. Amazingly, much of the country's economy
is dependent on fishing these unforgiving waters. |
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The
churck in Grindavik, located a few hundred yards from the sea, is
made entirely of corrugated aluminum, a wise choice on a peninsula
completely devoid of building materials. |
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Highway
427 seems innocent enough when leaving Grindavik, but in Icleandic
fashion, it suddenly ends and leaves cars to navigate a gravel road
that goes up and down the sides of volcanoes like the one pictured.
The winds off the Atlantic batter one's car as he passes fields of
red, green, and rust-colored volcanic slag. The area has no homes
but (surprisingly) a tiny church and (not surprisingly) a school for
troubled Icelandic youths. |
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The
geothermal area of Krísuvík features boiling mudpots
(shown) plus blue pools of algae, steaming vents, and other earth-heat
features. Krísuvík is one of many geothermal areas in
Iceland but has the best boiling mudpots, IMHO. |
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The
lake of Kleifarvatn in the national park Reykjanesfólkvangur
is a beautiful oasis of bright 300 ft deep blue water and black sand
beaches in the otherwise inhospitable Reykjanes lava flows. The lake
has an eerie peacefulness, but looks can be deceiving. For one thing,
local legends maintain that the lake is inhabited by a monster. More
importantly, the winds here were the strongest I believe I have ever
experienced--far worse than the 60 mph winds that brought down the
Hancock scaffold. My car rocked
back and forth in the wind when sitting beside the lake. A thousand
years ago, volcanos just north of the lake spewed lava as far as 20
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Reykjavik,
the world's northernmost capital, has half of Iceland's 280,000
residents. Reykjavik's bar scene is so rowdy that the US State Department
warns
Americans not to be downtown on weekend nights, but unfortunately
I wasn't in the city on such a night.
The city's large
Lutheran Church, Hallgrimskirkja, dominates the old town
area with a 73m belltower. Finished in 1974, the church includes
a statue of Leifur Eiríksson by Alexander Calder (who also
designed the mobiles in the Sears Tower.)
Eiríksson is commonly believed the first European to reach
America, landing in Canada around the year 1000.
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Clear days
are rare in the stormy capital. One is never far from the sea
(as seen from my hotel room) and the city can easily be seen on
foot. However, since I hired car, I admit I missed most of Reykjavik.
A note on
Icelandic hotels: Iceland's hotels are the most expensive and
of lower quality than anywhere I've ever been, even Anchorage. The
Raddison SAS Saga Hotel, called Iceland's finest by Lonely Planet,
is a decaying hulk with Tokyo-sized rooms for $180/nt. Granted,
Raddison is a bottom-rung hotel chain, but it is really amazing
that tiny countries like Bhutan (Hotel Druk) and Lao PDR (Villa
Santi) have far better hotels than a modern European country.
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Iceland's
fishing industry, with a fleet of 795 vessels like the Björn
(shown), harvests 1.9M metric tons of fish annually and employs
9.2% of the population. Many of the coastal villages smell of the
day's catch.
Iceland would
very much like to resume whaling but has limited its "scientific
harvests" under international pressure. The animosity towards
the whale from Iceland, Norway, and Japan comes from a belief that
whales deplete fish stocks, much as woodpeckers cause deforestation.
(In fact, overfishing is the number one cause of depleted fish stocks.)
Lonely Planet notes that the "scientific harvest"
was "processed into pet food, vitamins, chicken feed, bouillon
cubes, bullion cubes" and other products that "have cheap,
easily produced substitutes."
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The
Sun-Craft sculpture by Jón Gunnar Arnason, resembles
either a Viking Ship or "an immense 10-legged bug that has just
crawled out of the sea to greet the city with open mandibles"
as Lonely Planet says. IMHO it's one of the better pieces of
modern public art, comparable perhaps to Chicago's Picasso. |
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Another
surprisingly-nice piece of public art can be found on the side
of a nondescript fish-processing facility in Sandgerði, a little fishing
village on the Miðnes Peninsula. The mural shows women drying fish
over rocks. |
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