Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Around Reykholt: hot and cold running water
Plenty of both in Iceland - heck, they even have hypocaustically heated pavements - and the heating bill costs are low, if nothing else is. Well, I've seen a Big Geyser and a bubbling lake (affectionately known as Frying-Pan) in New Zealand's Waimangu national park, but I was still fascinated and a little scared by the hot springs at Deildartunguhver, while Hraunfossar waterfalls offered something new, water emerging into turquoise pools from under the Hallmundarhraun lavafield.
Should have given you a bit of a glossary before, by the way, since all place names in Iceland are logical: 'hraun' means lava - there's even a toffee-crisp style chocolate bar so called - while 'hver' is a hot spring, 'foss' a waterfall and - as you may have gathered many entries back - the inescapable 'jökull' means 'glacier' (I was surprised to find it's a boy's name, too).
Deildartunguhver's statistics are unvarying but spectacular: water pouring forth close to 100°C (97, to be precise) at 180 litres a second, which easily tops comparable springs in the southern States. The modest fencing won't protect you against sudden scalding spurts, so you have to keep a further few feet back. I think we need some sound and movement on this, though I can't convey the sulphurous smell and the heat.
Deildartunguhver (there, now I've broken it into syllables and made sense of it I really like typing the name) is also the only place in Iceland, we're told on the information boards, where the deer or hard fern, Blechnum spicant, is to be found. This isn't it, but the shades of green are impressive, surely, and a bit of a relief to the adjoining slime.
Tomatoes grow in the nearby naturally-heated greenhouses - we saw some for sale when we drove up to invade the natural scene - and pipes carry the water to heat Borgarnes and Akranes, travelling a total distance of 64km (they follow you along the otherwise more picturesque road back to town).
Unforgivably, if you happen to be a fan of Snorri Sturluson and his epics, we had to keep an eye on the clock and bypass the unprepossessing looking settlement of Reykholt, where the chieftain-bard lived and, in the end, was hacked to death. Our hostess at the Harpa Concert Hall, vivacious Steinunn, impressed upon us that our omission might have been a bit of a shame. She used to run the music festival here, and told us the acoustics inside the church are excellent. She also told me a funny story connected to the Norwegians' co-operation in the festival (for they, too, claim Snorri as their own). A local farmer bears a remarkable resemblance to the King of Norway, who happened to be visiting. Participants were asked to bow to the King, which of course the republican Icelanders are not at all used to doing. Steinunn, who was accompanying the soloist, came on with her - and their heads collided as they bowed in different directions, Steinunn to the king and the soloist to the lookalike farmer...
Be that as it may, we were pushed for time, all because of the need to be in Reykjavik by 3pm (which turned out quite unnecessary, but that's another story). So onward we went into more remote, open country, following the course of the river Hvítá up towards the glaciers from which it comes. And there's Hraunfossar, certainly one of the natural wonders of the world, albeit a small-scale one.
Upstream is the more violently rushing Barnafoss where legend tells of two children who drowned crossing a natural stone bridge (apparently not this one, but what the point of the story is, with the mother cursing it, I'm not sure).
And so the Hvítá joins it all together, as you can see by following its course along the lavafield down to the west
and up towards the great glaciers and the enthralling inland of Iceland.
Which we would have seen, going on to Húsafell and the rougher roads, had there been time enough. Will simply have to make it on an essential return trip. On this occasion, however, the schedule of the human world called, so off we went to the genial civilization of Reykjavik.