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About a kilometre further on the road I reached the next ford. It was wider and an off-road car was approaching it. I watched how it passed the ford and realised, that the water was maximum half a meter deep. This seemed makeable with the bicycle and so I sped up and drove through the river. The ground was firm and even enough for not bringing me to a halt and so it was a smooth passage. My shoes were dripping wet with cold meltwater though, but I got used to it and continued cycling.
I had to cycle on the gravel road now as the path had besides it had vanished. The gravel was very rough and made cycling difficult and strenuous. Fords were coming about every kilometre, but I had got used to crossing them. The soaking wet shoes were irritating but ok as long as I kept cycling. But the real problem were the off-road trucks passing me with increasing frequency. They were driving quite fast and were followed by huge clouds of dust which covered me again and again. After about 7 kilometres these dust throwing trucks finally made me give up and – quite a bit pissed off – I returned to the van.
My mood got better soon as the cloudy sky cleared up and I drove to Landeyjahöfn, the port of the ferry going to the Vestmannaeyjar islands just to see if there were some waves breaking here. But the ocean was flat here and so I returned to the ring road and headed east and straight to the Dyrhólaey peninsula.
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