First we stopped by Goðafoss waterfall. Hrafnhildur Lára didn't like it all to much to much noise. But she thought it was beautiful never the less. But since there was some kind of smoke coming up from it she insisted that it must be warm!!!

 Námaskarð was not better. The smell of sulphur was awful and the noise was bad. Then it was dangerous, you had to take care where to step, else you could just sink into the boiling clay. It was good to have grandfather at that moment to take care of a little girl.

Grandmother was not happy about this. Icelandic kids should not be afraid of boiling craters or hold their nose so they don't smell the sulphur. Oh no, this is something to learn and despite crying or protesting Hrafnhildur Lára had to walk all over and look at the boiling craters. In the old days people belived that the devil was down there boiling, grandma said, Hrafnhildur Lára thought that was funny;-)

There was no mercy, more craters and no protests. The smell was horrible but an Icelandic girl should not be bothered.

Finally Hrafnhildur Lára could smile and stand on her own and admit that there is something fashinating about clay craters and one could survive the smell. Actually she thought it was the most exciting experience in the trip;-)

After exhausting experience it was good to drive a bit up to the highlands on the way from northern Iceland to the eastern. Stop by a river and have a bit to eat.

Berglind Harpa is grandfathers brother daughter. She is very patient and went out for a walk to pick some flowers. Hrafnhildur Lára wanted to decide where to go and Berglind Harpa just smiled;-)

Her sister Katla Hrund wanted to focus on a puzzle. Very big, 1500 pieces and had to admit in the end that it was to much for a hobby. But it was fun while it lasted;-)

There are many beautiful things around Eastern Iceland. This one is beautiful and...

 Skriðuklaustur is very special place built like houses in Germany by famous author Gunnar Gunnarsson. Grandma went there with Þurý while Hrafnhildur Lára went with grandpa, Berglind Harpa, Katla Hrund and Bjössi (grandpa's brother) to fish in Breiðdalsvík.

They brought back some trouth that was good on the grill and everyone enjoyed having a wonderful dinner with the fishermen that came back with beautiful fish;-)

The trip came to an end and Hrafnhildur Lára got some new clothes to show mom and dad, but she insisted to see the craters again on the way back;-)