The next day the only rain I experienced was walking to the
base of the waterfall.
Sometimes it’s hard to make the decision… Do I take off my
motorbike gear or keep it on when going for walks… It’s sometimes a simple
decision and sometimes impossible to know which is best. If it’s hot weather
than it’s quite an easy decision, but when it’s cold then it seems to depend on
how long the walk is. I’d take a wild guess that I use 4 times more energy
walking with the motorbike gear on, but then I take up a lot of time taking it
off and packing it away into the boxes on the bike. I sometimes feel like an
old man when I walk with my motorbike gear on. I get tired so quickly, my legs
overheat and I have to rest lots to cool down. I don’t feel out of breath, I
just feel too hot. I’m glad it’s not a hot climate, but then if it was I’d have
taken my gear off…. Probably…
There can’t be anywhere else in the world like it… Well,
maybe I’ve just never been anywhere like it. I would ride for what seemed like
ages but only make it a few kilometres. In and out, in and out. The Fjords made
the travelling slow around here. Sometimes I’d ride 40 kilometres and only make
a few kilometres in actual distance,
because I’d just ridding around to the other side other the fjord. But
it’s not just once… this was happening all day, and all the next day. It really
was slow going. When I travel like this I sometimes feel like it’s pointless.
I’m just sitting on the bike all day looking at things passing by. I feel bad
sometimes, I should be stopping and exploring, but then what could I see that I
couldn’t see from the road? Well, I won’t know unless I stop!, but where should
I stop? It’s all so amazing.
Arnarfjörður in iceland
Dýrafjörður in iceland
Days later I came out of the area of the Western Fjords
feeling like I had got the lay of the land. I now knew roughly what it looked
like but I failed to feel like I had explored. I sometimes don’t mind that
because it allows me to look at a map and then have a mental picture of what an
area looks like, but then could I not do that by looking at pictures of the
area on the internet? Maybe… but it’s not the same.
When the roads are quiet and the surface is good I always
find myself passing the time by thinking about something other than riding the
bike. Today I was starting to realise that my time in Iceland was running out.
I really wanted to take a panoramic photo that summed the country up in 1 go. I
tried to imagine what the photo would look like… Surely it would need to have a
glacier in it… Oh and a volcano… I thought that was good as they go hand in
hand in Iceland, but it will need something else since they do go hand in hand.
I wondered what that thing was… I didn’t want it to be anything man made as the
country cries out “Wild wild wild”. I wondered if it should be horses, then
after a while decided that was a good idea… So I need to find a place with a
glacier, volcano and some horses. I liked the idea… the horses would take up
the foreground and the glacier and volcano the background. The problem was that
I had already passed the area of Iceland where I could have probably got that
photo, there were no glaciers where I was and the closest ones were too remote
for there to be any fields with horses in them.
I was now feeling like I was starting to have deadlines
again. I followed the main highway 1 east along the North side of the country
all the way to an area called Myvatn. Tonight was the night I would finally fit
my off road tyres, for tomorrow I’m doing my first real off road in Iceland. I
now had mentally planned out each day that was left in my trip and I had set
myself a strict face paced schedule to keep until I got on the ferry.
Horses Near Myvatn in iceland
Horses Near Myvatn in iceland
I found a camp next the Myvatn late and set up my tent. Once
my tent was up my bike was hauled onto the centre stand again and the back
wheel was removed and the tyre was let down. Ever since my days of travelling
bike motorbike in Australia I’ve been self-sufficient with tyres. I always fit
my own tyres and I always fix my own punctures. I always carry tyre leavers,
patches, spare tubes and a pump. I wouldn’t say I’m amazing at fitting them as
I always struggle at lining the inner tube valve up with the hole in the rim
while trying to give myself room for my fingers with the tyre levers. 1 hour
and 15 minutes later my bike was looking extra mean with brand new off road
tyres. I was now excited and couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come!
The following day was pretty fast paced. I was at the top of
a volcano, or more accurately a cinder cone looking over the lake, Myvatn. Then
a bit later I was looking mud pools and volcanic vents forcing stream up out
into the atmosphere while trying not to gag at the awful sulphur smell, before
I knew it I was standing at mightiest waterfall that I’ve ever seen. (I later
learned it was likely Europe’s most powerful). By late evening I was behind in
my schedule. I worked out that I needed to double back to Myvatn to get fuel as
I had wasted enough to put me in danger of running out before the next time I
could get fuel. This set me back a fair bit. I had planned to be as close as I
could get to a place called Askja.
Hverfjall in iceland
Hverfjall in iceland
My bike was now fully fuelled up, probably quite dangerously
I even had filled up the part of the tank that is meant to allow the fuel to
expand on a hot day… But I didn’t expect any of those so I put fuel there
instead and headed East. I pulled off the highway into the turn off for road
F88. The “F” means it’s for four wheel drives only. I stopped the bike and
started reading the array of signs that had been put up with information about
the road. No hire cars allowed, I got that… But I wanted information about any
river crossings on the road, I then found a sign for that, it showed me where
they all were, but I had no idea how deep they would be.
It had been a while since I had been on rough roads with a
motorbike. I felt out of my depth riding this heavy bike up this badly
corrugated track. I was introduced to these “Corrugations” when I was 20 years
old when I was riding my motorbike Cape York in the very North of Australia.
Ok, so you might ask…. What are they? Well, think of walking along a sandy beach at
low tide and seeing the ripples in the sand that the sea left as it went out,
or think of an old fashioned washboard that was used to scrub clothes clean.
Basically on gravel roads, sandy roads, or clay roads it’s possible for a
similar thing to form. The corrugations are always run left to right along the
width of the road, so riding down the road means riding over the corrugations.
The size of them varies wildly where sometimes they’re small enough not to
notice, and sometimes riding over them is almost impossible. The corrugations I
found on F88 I found were more towards the impossible end of the scale.
Normally I keep my map neatly tucked in between the seat and petrol tank the
corrugations soon made that disappear. I had to stop and drop me tyre pressures
down to try to flatten the tyre enough to not go as deep into them and soften
the blow when I hit the peaks of the next one. Speed is an issue, going slowly
enough to not get the vibration means you’ll be going slower than walking speed
and if you go faster than 50 mph (80km/h) you can start to skip over them. The
problem with that is that the tyres are not 100% on the ground all the time and
steering gets to be a problem sometimes.
An hour or so down the track the corrugations were starting
to feel more normal. It made me remember about how my own standards of a track
would change wildly depending on what I had been riding over before I got to
the track, and since I had just come from a nice highway onto this track then
it’s no wonder I thought it was rough. If I had come off a track with deep rutted
soft sand then I’d probably have thought this was easy!
The first of the river crossings didn’t slow me down too
much. I parked the bike a few metres from the edge and jumped off. I had bought
some black bin bags when I filled up with fuel. I had seen a man on a motorbike
about a week before who had the remains of some bin bags around his legs… The
idea clicked at the time, I thought it would be a great way of making temporary
waders to walk into deep water with without getting my legs wet. I unrolled 2
bags from the roll, one for each leg and walked into the water holding onto one
with each hand so they didn’t fall down to my ankles. My feet were soaked
within seconds as the small stones pierced their way into the bags. The water
was not too deep and the bottom was not too rough. I walked back to the bike
and carefully rode it into the river. The water came over the foot rests but it
didn’t bother me as my feet were already wet. The water was nowhere near as
cold as I’d have imagined it would have been either!
It was getting late by this time. I didn’t see any other
traffic on the road. It made the whole thing feel like a bit more of an
adventure. I always find it disappointing when I’m travelling somewhere that I
think is remote then when I arrive I find there is 100’s of people already
there… I remembering when I had travelled with my motorbike in Australia, I had
made it to a waterfall called Mitchell Falls which is in a remote area in the
Kimberley region of Western Australia, I parked the bike up next to 2 4 wheel
drives, which were the only 2 in site and walked the 3 kilometres to the falls
only to find over 100 people sitting in a pool at the top of the falls… It
didn’t add up… 2 4 wheel drives with 100 people?? It turned out a cruise ship
was off the coast and all these people were brought in via helicopter.
I soon came to another river crossing. It was now passed
10pm and I thought there was probably no chance that I’d meet other traffic on
this track. I once again stopped the bike before the edge of the river, this
time I didn’t bother with the black bags, I just walked right in. In the middle
the water was almost at the level where men think twice to go any deeper,
especially in Iceland. This time the water was cold, I was uncontrollably
making screeching noises at the cold! I thought that it must be fresh glacial
melt water as it felt like it was bearly above freezing. I found that if I
walked down river a little that the water was a bit more shallow. It would have
been crazy to try and cross in the middle as the water would have come over the
motorbike’s seat and dropping it in that depth would have given me massive
problems, especially since it was likely nobody would come to my aid at that
time of night. Downriver the water was just over knee deep, which I remembered
to be just over 60cm from my days in Australia. I knew that was about my limit
for my old Yamaha Tenere, but I’d never taken my Africa Twin into water
anywhere near this deep before. I thought maybe I should camp and see if the water
was any lower in the morning, It’s quite common for rivers with glacial melt
water to be high at the end of the day as the glaciers melt much more in the
day than at night. A sign quite clearly stated I was not allowed to camp. But
not through wanting to obey the sign I decided to continue and see what
happens… After all if anything was to go wrong, then it would “all just be part
of the adventure”.
I jumped on the bike, started the engine and slowly let go
of the clutch lever. The front wheel was about completely under the water, as
the back made it to the same depth I could feel my panniers dragging in the
water. I kept the revs steady but kept my hand on the clutch just a little so
if I hit anything under the water I wouldn’t stall the engine, doing this also
let me ride a bit slower. The back wheel started to spin in the soft gravel
riverbed and the bike, though it didn’t stop moving dug its way in a little
deeper under the water. Just as I was at the stage of panic that I was going to
be stuck in the middle, the bike started to rise out of the other side….. front
wheel out... back wheel out… cough! And the engine just died.
I was now freezing! That water was much colder than the
first river I crossed. I was at the stage of not being able to think clearly,
taking badly thought out risks, the whole idea of crossing at this time of
night was a badly thought out idea. I could have camped and waited for the
first 4 wheel drive in the morning to watch me cross and help tow the bike out
if I dropped it or drowned the engine. But instead now I was sitting with the
back wheel barely out the water with a bike that just stopped running. All this
went through my head in about a millisecond as that one millisecond later I had
pressed the start button and the bike burst into life again, I gave it a rev
and let go the clutch and wheel span all the way up the far side back onto the
level ground again. Phew!