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| Ice came from up there |
As I ride the old cost road I see large chunks of ice in the road. I look up and see far up on the mountain where the ice came from. As I take pictures I hear movement above. It is a small rock rolling down. I finish quickly and move on. Cruise ship is at Ísafjörður doubling the population. Hordes of tourist have maps in hand wandering through this small town looking like they are on a scavenger hunt. I watch these tourist look through home windows and take pictures. The tourist are desperate to find Icelandic culture with most building fairly modern. I restock supplies and head out.
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| Ice on the road |
Stopping to take a picture I hear a rock falling. I decide not to take a picture of the bolder falling above me, but to start moving the bike. I keep watching the bolder as I push the bike away and see it bounce more in my direction. Then it stops somehow on the steep slope. I scan the upper slopes to see if I can see what cause the bolder to move. I don’t see anything that would have start the bolder moving. I think it is best to get riding on as I pay more attention to the slopes above.
In the next fjord I pass thorough the old village that was half buried by a snow avalanche and the new town where many of the survivors moved to. Moving the village seems best to avoid further avalanches.
Love and kisses
Steve
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| Fish drying sheds |
In the next fjord I pass thorough the old village that was half buried by a snow avalanche and the new town where many of the survivors moved to. Moving the village seems best to avoid further avalanches.
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