Liz and I just before hopping the city bus to take us to the edge of town.
I have about everything you could imagine in my pack in case things go wrong.
Liz has a book of Hamburger Jokes.

Liz seems a little disappointed that someone actually stopped to pick us up.
We weren´t even walking on the road for 5 minutes when this first car stopped.

I´m not sure if she was happy to have a picture taken, or that we weren´t afraid to talk to her.

Glad they picked us up.
The weather starts to get a little wet.

This foot just struck me as a little funny.

Welcome to Stokkseyri!
The screaming metropolis of Iceland.

In case you can´t tell, the girl with the construction worker pants likes to get noticed.

These two were great fun to talk with, and I´m glad they gave us a ride.

Stokkseyri.
This is the first town we ended up in.

One thing that we learned quickly, is that a dirt road usually does not indicate a main road.

I think this sign means "you are no longer in the city."
Liz was a little more doubtful.

The local sheep and a rainbow.

This is me with Thórgunnur.
She is a very nice lady who demanded that Liz and I come in from the cold and have some tea.
The cookies were great, too!

Liz and Thórgunnur.

This is an awesome bike that Thórgunnur´s son made.

In the little van that would take us to Selfoss.
We hadn´t even got out of the Stokkseyri city limits and this guy stopped to pick us up.

The second person to give us a lift.
Very busy guy, though.

This suburban is the vehicle of Australian Joe.
He is the first person we met in Selfoss, and was very helpful in pointing us to the bars.

Joe and Liz.
He was actually born in Iceland, moved to Australia when he was very young, and is now back.

Liz trying to warm up in the place we will be spending the night at.
The campground was closed, but luckily this community cooking shack was open, so we put my tent in there.

Liz immediately warmed up when she found the bottle of vodka wrapped in my tent.

Liz trying to figure out our accomodations for the night.

Finished product.
Not exactly a picture-perfect example of how taut a rain-fly should be, but hey, were under cover.

This is a prime example of why it is that in Iceland you can go out drinking at a bar and not get home till sunrise.
This bar doesn´t even open until 11:00 p.m.

One of the greatest desserts I have ever had.
Expensive enough that Liz and I had to split it, though.

Liz drinking one of our spiked Sprites.
That bottle of vodka came in handy at the bar.

It is almost midnight, and the band still isn´t playing.

This is a show of maturity, and one that I look forward to doing myself.
She was having her 35th birthday, and got called out to the dance floor to slam this drink.
Of course standing on one of the stools helps to make sure that people see you.

Liz getting jiggy with it.

Here is a prime example of the type of redneck women that will be found in Selfoss.

Here is a prime example of one of the lushes who will not be going home with the redneck women.

And here is a prime example of a drunk NOAH.

To save on space, Liz and I decided to finish the bottle of vodka.

The morning after.
It is raining like a bastard, so all the raingear comes out.

I think I am ready to go.

This is a little cafe where we stopped for a light breakfast/lunch, since we woke up so late.
Yes, the room is that smoky.

Liz at the bus stop, almost giving up the hitchhiking thing.
The cafe we stopped at is in the background.

Destination....Reykjavik.
March on.

A church in Selfoss.
I got this picture as we were crossing the bridge over the river in the next picture.

Said river.

There goes the bus that could have whisked us back to Reykjavik.
I have faith, though.
We will soon catch a ride.

This gas station came up before we caught a ride.
Liz had to have a pylsur (hot dog).

Interestingly enough, Liz informs me that we are looking at a hot dog factory.

There it is.

Well, at least we are still on the right road.
No ride yet, but I would venture to say it is because we are still in the city, and we have not gotten on the only road that will take us to Reykjavik.

Sure enough, as soon as we get on the actual road, this guy stops for us.
Turns out he is a horse rancher who likes to listen to some wacky music.

He also has a quirky taste in air fresheners.

A picture of some of the scenery along the way back to Reykjavik.
Notice the steam on the hillsides.

This picture shows that no matter where you are in the world, there are people that drive like idiots.

A reminder along the road to drive carefully.

Coming into Reykjavik.

And finally, the familiar city bus that will take us back to Gamli Garður.
Mission accomplished.