By the Black Church
By the time you've left Reykjavik and arrived at the first stopping point on a week long itinerary it's already become clear that most of Iceland is huge empty spaces with tiny pockets of population. A couple of hours' driving brought us to the lonely black church of Budir, which sits above a small crest of land next to the sea, with the nearby Hotel Budir its only company.
When we arrived, the small car park was full, visitors tripping from their vehicles to wander through the churchyard and onto the nearby dunes in the persistent drizzle. We waited patiently until everyone else had left before making our compositions, with yours truly deciding to turn the image into a self portrait of sorts. The mood is one of reflection, although that was probably mainly about what we were going to concoct for dinner from the ingredients in the campervan on arrival at Kirkjufell an hour later, and whether the beer rations would allow for a can of Viking lager at the end of the evening.
By the Black Church
By the time you've left Reykjavik and arrived at the first stopping point on a week long itinerary it's already become clear that most of Iceland is huge empty spaces with tiny pockets of population. A couple of hours' driving brought us to the lonely black church of Budir, which sits above a small crest of land next to the sea, with the nearby Hotel Budir its only company.
When we arrived, the small car park was full, visitors tripping from their vehicles to wander through the churchyard and onto the nearby dunes in the persistent drizzle. We waited patiently until everyone else had left before making our compositions, with yours truly deciding to turn the image into a self portrait of sorts. The mood is one of reflection, although that was probably mainly about what we were going to concoct for dinner from the ingredients in the campervan on arrival at Kirkjufell an hour later, and whether the beer rations would allow for a can of Viking lager at the end of the evening.