Þingvellir National Park and Etc.

This is the great plain of “Þingvellir [ˈθiŋkˌvɛtlɪr̥], anglicized as Thingvellir the site of the Alþing, the annual parliament of Iceland from the year 930 until the last session held at Þingvellir in 1798. Since 1881, the parliament has been located within Alþingishúsið in Reykjavík.”


I got the car in Reykjavik and spent the whole day traveling through The Golden Circle and what gorgeous weather it was – tee shirt, vest, and sandals weather.

First stop Þingvellir National Park Visitor’s Center. Notice how the Icelandic flag has a V cut out of it. This indicates that the site belongs to the people..or in other words all the government locations fly this flag.

The park is full of boardwalks, paths, and bridges.
The church in the background and the buildings have a story too, but I want to talk about the ground. All the ground is volcanic rock, some newer than others and you can tell a little about the age of the last eruption by what covers the volcanic material.
This is also the location of the Mid-Atlantic Rift. From guidetoiceland.is: “As you enter the park from Reykjavík, you descend a steep cliff into a valley. Looking upon the face of this cliff is to literally look at the edge of North America. If you drive through the park, you will ascend on the other side adjacent to another wall; this is Eurasia. The valley in between, in which Þingvellir is contained, is the rift valley.”
Notice the circle of benches in the upper distance on the left. It reminds me of the meeting of the chieftains at The Thing. The other picture is the path back to the visitor’s center, a little steep but not too long.
Gullfoss, where it was so windy I was getting soaked through and gave up on getting that better view.

Walking toward..

Geysir, the geyser after which all other geysers are named.

I checked into Guesthouse Heba and from the edge of their balcony I can see two important volcanoes, one where everyone is waiting for it to blow and the other one that closed down airports all across Europe in 2010.

Hekla ​[ˈhɛhkla]
Dinner at Fjöruborðið! A really delicious bowl of soup and a beer. I won’t te$$$$ you how much it cost.

MAGICAL SOUP STORY! (copied from their website)

…The soup is magical. It is suitable for numerous occasions and happy moments on ordinary days, but Fjöruborðið takes no responsibility for consequences or stirring adventures that could result from ingesting it. It has a will of its own and, as such, it is risky for those who don’t want to venture beyond the average. This is the most famous langoustine soup in the Republic of Iceland, prepared by handsome cooks who step naked out of the ocean at Stokkseyri with their catch: the plumpest langoustines who desire only one thing – to get onto dry land. Adventurous creatures from the ocean world want to join us in just the same way as we want to join them in the depths.

People have struggled against storm after storm to get here and enjoy this soup. The desire for it can be so strong that rational thinking simply blows away with the wind. Below the black rock face at the Þrengsli mountain pass, between mountain vistas, under the stars, people rush toward the sea to sit down with our guests and party-happy ghosts, surrounded by some tickling pleasure coming from magical bowls at The Seashore, where a thousand candles cast their glow on weathered faces and loving wineskins. Matarást, the Icelandic expression for “love of food” takes on a new meaning.

Fjöruborðið Restaurant in the village of Stokkseyri is an enchanted place of delight. People have to tear themselves away from it – but that’s all right. There’s only positive magic inside, tickling both stomach and soul. And now the magic has been sealed into jars for those who struggle with an irresistible craving for this great seafood delicacy from Icelandic waters, even when they’re unfortunate enough to be not close to the restaurant. Enjoy! Remember to live life to the fullest, and enjoy every pleasure and suspense that a good day brings.

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