The sun which had disappeared since Jokulsàrlon returned.
At the time of a stop, we could see this charming small church…
… and a Icelandic horse.
The evening arrives, and finally we approach Reykjahlid, small city located at the foot of the lake. The arrival is impressive.
On our Namafjàll left, a “mountain” yellowish glaze of sulfur deposits, smoking of any share, having with its feet of the mud ponds in boiling…
Volcanicity is omnipresent…
And there is the lake of a splendid blue, helped well it is true by a time as well as possible of its form!
