Thursday, 26 May 2016

Stykkishólmur


I promise that this will be my last post about Iceland.......just so you know I do have fingers crossed behind my back when I say that!......Iceland has left such a mark on my sole that I'm not sure I will ever be the same again. That sounds very dramatic but it true - it's landscape is powerful, the people welcoming and friendly, the weather fiercely cold the one minute and warming you the next, I have never experienced anything like it and I can not wait to visit again......But I can't leave before telling you about the small North Western town of Stykkishólmur.


We drove there on our third day in Iceland - it's about 2 hours from Reykjavik - and stayed the night at the Hotel Egilsen before catching the ferry across to Westfjords the next day.

I am so glad we did this. The hotel and the town were one of the highlights of the trip. The old houses down by the harbour, are painted bright colours and wandering around you feel like you have stepped back in time. The town and its inhabitants have systematically rehabilitated and renovated the houses, given them new purposes - what was once a library is now an art gallery, the fish packing house a restaurant and the old meeting house is now a volcano museum! The old town feels cared for and loved.....

The whole area has a calm, quiet feeling with just the sounds of the birds and the waves accompanying your meanderings.......when you have finished your wanderings, a warm up in the Hotel Egilsen is most welcome.


The Hotel Egilsen was perfect. I have never stayed in a more welcoming place. The main area is very warm and cheering with all its brightly coloured furnishings, you feel happy to snuggle down in one of the cosy chairs and read through some of the many books stacked on the shelves - whilst drinking hot coffee and eating Pönnukökur


Our room was in the eaves of the hotel - small but very warm and cosy......

Whilst were were drinking coffee, and eating more pancakes, we admired the hotel's unusual china. Apparently it was made at the pottery just up the road  - Leir 7 - unfortunately they had close for the day and wouldn't open again until after we had left. However, as luck would have it, the potter and the hotel owner were best friend, so after a quick phone call - in very rapid and enthusiastic Icelandic - the potter offered to open up specially for us in the morning.


And so she did! Leir 7 (translated as Clay 7) had some fantastic pottery. We came away with platters, cups and little thumb bowls but could have bought so much more ..... only my baggage limit stopped me! I'm already planning a return trip to stock up on some more.........


Part of my purchases........

So that is where I will leave my Icelandic stories.............. but I haven't told you about Reykjavik, or Gullfoss, the bubbling mud pools or drying cod, the shellfish restaurants and black bread ......... and......and ........and.......

Love Lizx