Somewhere on the way to the Western Peninsula. Wooley Cows.
We picked my cousin up in Borgarnes halfway between where we spent the night and Reykjavik - then continued around the western Snaefellsnes peninsula. Lots of weird stuff going on out there. Like people who have spent too much time on their own and needed things to keep themselves amused. Doors for Trolls painted on the sides of mountains, weird rock sculptures, and birds. A lot of birds.
We saw basalt columns and old lava fields then contined our way up to the Osar Hostel. We miscalculated our food requirements and got the Shell station to stay open past closing time so we could have some dinner that night.