ButtonMoon
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ICELAND - A game of three halves
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So food & coffee ready it's 8pm and as you can see it's happy feet & happy chops!
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So as you lay in your tent you send messages to friends and family, telling them of your adventure (not hol, trip or jolly). I sent this to one friend
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The next day I got this back.
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The likeness is uncanny, I thought it was the same photo until I saw the brand of the mat wasn't legible.
Great pictures and write up Mark.
Here's the one of the car that had a bit of a "coming together" with a large Icelandic boulder. Apparently they put the tape on it to let everyone know it has been dealt with and people (or bodies
) have been recovered.
A couple more front the start of the Sprengisandur in the pissing rain - we're all still smiling coz its fabulous riding and scenery
Despite Tim's best efforts Simon's bike finally succumbed and he made the decision to continue on less remote trails
Wild and remote!
Here's the one of the car that had a bit of a "coming together" with a large Icelandic boulder. Apparently they put the tape on it to let everyone know it has been dealt with and people (or bodies
) have been recovered.A couple more front the start of the Sprengisandur in the pissing rain - we're all still smiling coz its fabulous riding and scenery
Despite Tim's best efforts Simon's bike finally succumbed and he made the decision to continue on less remote trails
Wild and remote!
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It's the morning of the 28th July and it's day 8. This is affectively our last fun riding day, we set off around 9:30am and within an hour we come to more river crossings.
This turned out to be a very long day, particularly for my self and Mark H. Over the past few days Mark had been constantly adjusting his chain, by the time we got to the end of day 8 it was totally fucdek so much so he and I missed the last campsite with the main group and plodded on to as close to Reykjavik as we could.
Tim F about to cross.
This turned out to be a very long day, particularly for my self and Mark H. Over the past few days Mark had been constantly adjusting his chain, by the time we got to the end of day 8 it was totally fucdek so much so he and I missed the last campsite with the main group and plodded on to as close to Reykjavik as we could.
Tim F about to cross.
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Right then!! 
I'll pick up where I left off some time ago back at the junction where The Moon discovered and VERY quickly fixed his fuel leak.
Lee gives us his enigmatic smile
Not many more photos of this long day which the others have described, we stop among the lava field for a break.
And Toddy unleashes his python
Marky Boy looks on...
Buttonmoon shows me his spicy sausage.
But this time, something for a change, yum yum.
I'll pick up where I left off some time ago back at the junction where The Moon discovered and VERY quickly fixed his fuel leak.
Lee gives us his enigmatic smile
Not many more photos of this long day which the others have described, we stop among the lava field for a break.
And Toddy unleashes his python
Marky Boy looks on...
Buttonmoon shows me his spicy sausage.
But this time, something for a change, yum yum.
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God I'm gorgeous !!!
After another great camp at Modrudalur we head east for fuel at Skjoldolfssadir then south through a lovely valley before heading toward Askja once more and it's river crossings.
When we eventually reached the main road one or two bikes were really low on fuel if I remember, I also remember Marky Boy was 'bustin for a crap'....so made a fast road run seeking relief at the campsite in Myvatn..... I'm sure everyone will be greatly relieved to hear he made it in the nick of time
Before that though, there was plenty of riding to be done.
I just have a few pics from some of the many rivers we crossed that day.
Tim fighting the current on the big GS and winning (of course)
Spud on the mighty DR350
Toddy getting to grips with it.
Lee looking very determined not to get washed downstream.
Unlike Spud on a later crossing.
Where the feck are you going mate?
No introduction needed by now
While camped at Myvatn I got talking to an Icelandic walking guide.
A tough looking man around my own age with a grey beard and a calm depth to his eyes.
I told him of tomorrow's plan to ride once again across the Sprengisandur but this time taking a detour out to Laugafell where there was a natural hot spring in the centre of Iceland.
"No" he said and continued "You must stay there overnight, it is beautiful".
I liked him and knew he'd be right, so a slight change of plan for tomorrow's camp and boy were we glad we did
When we eventually reached the main road one or two bikes were really low on fuel if I remember, I also remember Marky Boy was 'bustin for a crap'....so made a fast road run seeking relief at the campsite in Myvatn..... I'm sure everyone will be greatly relieved to hear he made it in the nick of time
Before that though, there was plenty of riding to be done.
I just have a few pics from some of the many rivers we crossed that day.
Tim fighting the current on the big GS and winning (of course)
Spud on the mighty DR350
Toddy getting to grips with it.
Lee looking very determined not to get washed downstream.
Unlike Spud on a later crossing.
Where the feck are you going mate?
No introduction needed by now
While camped at Myvatn I got talking to an Icelandic walking guide.
A tough looking man around my own age with a grey beard and a calm depth to his eyes.
I told him of tomorrow's plan to ride once again across the Sprengisandur but this time taking a detour out to Laugafell where there was a natural hot spring in the centre of Iceland.
"No" he said and continued "You must stay there overnight, it is beautiful".
I liked him and knew he'd be right, so a slight change of plan for tomorrow's camp and boy were we glad we did
The weather's poor as we head up the main road to Godafoss where we'll brim our bellies and tanks in readiness for the Sprengisandur.
It was here a few weeks earlier I'd met the beautiful Icelandic guide who told us of the waterfall ...... she wasn't here!
Gutted and feeling stood up we're back on the trail stopping off at 'her' waterfall......
Cracking on at a good pace, occasionally stopping to regroup we pass this wreck who was possibly also cracking on.
Eventually making the junction where we'll head north to Laugafell for the night.
A stunning ride through the rolling, barren nothingness.
Arriving at this beautiful 'oasis'.
For the penultimate time $43,000 of Hilleberg (and Buttonmoon's piece of rag) were pitched, the stiff breeze helping dry our clothes.
It was here a few weeks earlier I'd met the beautiful Icelandic guide who told us of the waterfall ...... she wasn't here!
Gutted and feeling stood up we're back on the trail stopping off at 'her' waterfall......
Cracking on at a good pace, occasionally stopping to regroup we pass this wreck who was possibly also cracking on.
Eventually making the junction where we'll head north to Laugafell for the night.
A stunning ride through the rolling, barren nothingness.
Arriving at this beautiful 'oasis'.
For the penultimate time $43,000 of Hilleberg (and Buttonmoon's piece of rag) were pitched, the stiff breeze helping dry our clothes.
The natural hot pool looked very inviting.
We all pile in, blissfully hot.
With a view.
A group of young women arrive on horse back driving more horses with them.
Tim F spends another couple of hours in the pool with them......
Sheltering from the wind, we get food on next to the hut where the girls are staying getting a right 'eyeful' through the window as they dried and changed
Looks good mate
Buttonmoon blows me a goodnight kiss.
And it's time to hit the sack.
We all pile in, blissfully hot.
With a view.
A group of young women arrive on horse back driving more horses with them.
Tim F spends another couple of hours in the pool with them......
Sheltering from the wind, we get food on next to the hut where the girls are staying getting a right 'eyeful' through the window as they dried and changed
Looks good mate
Buttonmoon blows me a goodnight kiss.
And it's time to hit the sack.
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Cracking photos Tim. But wait til you see my naked photos from the 2017 trip!
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