We disembarked from Le Champlain before 8:30 am and boarded the Backroads bus to the BSI bus station, where we hailed a cab that delivered us back to the Konsulat [where we had ‘second breakfast’ – getting ready for our trip to Hobbiton in New Zealand next year!]
The desk clerk said that the room they had designated for us was not ready yet but there was one with a slanted ceiling. We looked and took! DW just had to be extremely careful getting in and out of bed not to bump her noggin!
We bundled up and walked to the Miðbakki old port – no cruise yacht in port today, but we had the opportunity to read the large historical signs. There were probably more than 20. They were interesting but oddly were not arranged in chronological order. We toddled on and revisited the Volcano House where we looked more closely at the items exhibited and we asked questions of the very knowledgeable young clerk [all geology Master’s candidates]. We continued on to City Hall to check out their big topo map to see exactly where we had been hiking the past week. Surprise! It was gone. The space was now taken over by rows of chairs for a private function. So we walked near the City Hall lake and strolled through the sculpture garden next to a church that was hosting a lunchtime concert.
Back to the Konsulat to get ready for the Food and Saga Gourmet Tour https://www.seasontours.is/food-and-saga
Tyffi picked us up around 1 pm and drove us around for almost 3 hours, visiting out-of-the-way but very interesting sights in Reykjavík and suburbs. He pointed out the many churches, some fairly new and sporting avant garde architecture, but said no one went to services. However, Christ the King Catholic Cathedral has about 15,000 faithful congregants – mostly Poles who have relocated to Iceland for employment.
Tyffi first took us down to the commercial waterfront and pointed out the boats in dry dock, the whale watchers, fishing vessels, warehouses… He continued to the point, where the Viking Mound [a manmade grassy knoll] stood topped off by a small cod drying shack. We climbed to the top battling strong winds and light rain. Photo op! Beautiful views of Engey Island in Reykjavik Harbor and back to Reykjavik itself. [It was at this point that he said he would take lots of pictures and forward them to us. Made it a whole lot easier for me, especially since I had left my camera in the hotel room!]
He drove us to the Seltjarnarnes Peninsula, a ritzy suburb of Reykjavik with a small geothermal plant and a natural warm water pool where cyclists or hikers could soak their feet. [The geothermal plants supply cheap electricity, heat and hot water to all the residents. And it is now under consideration to try to build an underwater conduit to supply Scotland with electricity.] At the tip of the peninsula we saw Grótta Lighthouse.
He took us to Nautholsvik Geothermal Beach, which has a sauna, hot tubs of various temperatures, and a sheltered sandy beach that is heated by a geothermal bubble pipe. People were immersed in the warm water, and occasionally a few would get up and hurry down to take a dip in the bay. [Icelanders are very big on these communal bathing spots. They can buy annual memberships. It is a great source of socialization which is quite necessary in the very dark winter months. Unlike Sweden, Iceland has a low suicide rate.]
Next stop was Bessastađir, which was one of Snorri Sturluson’s farms and later a royal stronghold. It is now the residence of the President of Iceland. We were able to walk up to the church, and right behind it the President’s house. There was no fence, no armed guard. Just an empty police car! [Proving the stories we heard about Iceland’s very low crime rate.]
On we went and stopped at an electrified fence to pet two Icelandic horses. [There are 80,000 on the island.] They are used for companionship, riding, mowing the lawn, food, getting home from drinking parties [you can’t drive drunk, but you can ride drunk…]
Leaving the countryside, we entered a more densely populated area with stores, and Tyffi pulled stopped at a fish market. The three of us went inside and agreed on four different kinds of fish to buy. [We passed on the fermented shark…]
Our last stop before dinner was a lovely lake surrounded by a walking path and lush with trees. One would think it might be Ireland rather than Iceland.
Tyffi drove us past the Hafnarfjörður harbor [with one last view of Le Champlain] to his house in a nearby suburb. It had clean lines, was uncluttered and very bright.
He started our gourmet feast with schnapps with caraway. Then out came a couple of beers for me to sample along with a platter of hors d’oeuvres. These ranged from lox to caviar to salmon smoked over sheep dung [a delicacy we had seen but not tried earlier – it tasted better than it sounds]. There was pickled herring, smoked whale, blue cheese, blood pudding, liver pudding, smoked lamb.
As we nibbled away, Tyffi was busy preparing our dinner. He had owned a restaurant for 12 years. He knew his way around a kitchen and his professional stove.
For dinner, he presented each of us with a large square dinner plate filled with cod tongue covered with curried onions, sole topped with tiny shrimp, tusk on a bed of Kimchi-flavored Icelandic cabbage, pink trout with creamed spinach, and a swirl of truffled mashed potatoes.
We thought we were done, but then he served the meat course! Rack of Icelandic lamb, braised oxtail, and mushroom gravy. There was a large oval casserole of fresh broccoli, white potatoes, sweets and carrots.
Of course, there was dessert! The famous Icelandic skyr. It is a fresh sour milk cheese similar in consistency to Greek yogurt but with a milder flavor. We each received two little pots of it—one flavored with fresh rhubarb and the other with a rich dark chocolate base layer.
Here’s the full menu:
Food and Saga Gourmet Tour
Chef Tyffi Tyffason
Menu
Starters
Liver sausage, Blood pudding, Sheep Head pate, Smoked lamb on flatbread, Gravlax, Caviar, Dung smoked trout and mink whale, two types of pickled herring-onion-vinegar and five-spice, Stóri Dimon white mold cheese
Fish
Curried Cod tongue muscle, Sole in breadcrumbs, Panfryed Tusk, Arctic char and Icelandic shrimps with Kimchee white cabbage, Creamed spinach and truffle potato mousse
Meat
Rack of lamb and Oxtails with mixed vegetables and wild mushroom gravy
Dessert
Skyr cake sitting on a French chocolate cake, and rhubarb skyr mousse
Beverages
Icelandic fresh cold tap water, selection of beers and Portuguese white wine
We should have walked home! But Tyffi drove us—past his local communal pool where he is a member and then past the ‘elf hill.’ The Icelandic people claim they really don’t believe in these creatures, but when a construction project near one of these ‘elf hills’ ran into trouble, they detoured the road around the hill to avoid any more issues. [Tyffi said, “We don’t believe in them, but you can’t be too careful…”]
We were dropped off near the Konsulat before 6 pm. We walked by the famous BBP Hot Dog stand that Bill Clinton made famous. [Their dogs are 80% lamb. We wish we had known that sooner. But it wasn’t an option at this point: with all Tyffi fed us, “we’ll never eat again!”]
I crashed early, because we had to get up early to pack and head for KEF.




















