Third Half
Right then .......
First thing, I have far less photos of this half than the other two, partly down to some fairly miserable weather and a few very unphotogenic characters
so when I've finished feel free to post your own pics and witty/informative/bollocks comments etc..............
At the bus station I'm sat on a concrete bench drinking coffee in the rain waiting for our intrepid heroes, just as I'm wondering if this bench could cause piles they arrive and after all the hugs and kisses
we get the bikes and head off on our adventure.....
But not yet!
Some of the bikes have a flat battery, our jump start packs will start the stricken bikes but their batteries are so low they won't continue to run, they need to have jump leads connected from another bike for a few minutes.... well would you 'f'kin believe it, Joe Narvey has some!
It's pissing down and I'm already drenched, "Jo, go down the road and jump start the Moon's bike but wait alongside him with the leads connected for a few minutes, no! don't try and ride alongside him with the jump leads still attached"
Heading out town taking the same route I took on the first trip we stop at Thingvillir before heading north up a gravel road, in places the crust had been loosed by a grader or dozer so while waiting a couple of minutes at the junction a few miles later "Andy
'dropping my bike's not an option' or the Warrington wanderer plus a couple of others seemed a long time in arriving.
Nipping back I find Andy who's taken a tumble, he quickly reassure me he's ok which of course was a relief and I think Rob the Taff had also been caught out.
We turn east and heading once more for the F35 Kjolur route, the sand catches a few out and I'm sure there's photographic evidence which should make an appearance.
Toddy leaves his rucksack in the prime place for riding off without it ..... (he didn't)
Markmoon raring to go and Simon taking time for a tab.
Then there's the first couple of rivers ...
Andy with the mighty GS as it tentatively dips it's toes.
Showing extreme caution
An Icelandic Ranger told me 4X4s should cross the river so slowly, the river should not know it was there
Fellow 1200 rider Jo gives moral support and things start getting better
Lee on the other hand takes a rather different approach.
F'knows where Spud's going
Rob hoping perhaps his boots don't leak
Flippin 'eck Jo, nice one!
Toddy the Terrified does well....
Tim French riding well and safely as he did throughout the trip
There's more confidence with the second and slightly deeper crossing.
Go Andy
Tim ... no not me ffs!
Jo looking composed
Yes, that'll be Lee
Rob, pausing a moment.
A whizz down the road to Gullfoss waterfall and on to Geysir for the night where $400,000,000 worth of Hilleberg tents were pitched
