300km through the breathtaking scenery of South East Iceland. ImpP
ossible to record, every turn showed another jaw dropping vista. Being a landscape photographer on Iceland is about as difficult as taking a good photo of Claudia Schiffer.
Then there was the wind to spice things up a bit. The only way to ride straight was to hang your body off the windward side.
Lunch at a 100 year old ex-post office. Halibut to die for. Jack had the pizza (nothing to send a postcard home about apparently).
Then it got gnarly. Route 939 is a shortcut of gravelly loveliness that climbs up and up, zig zagging to the summit and then down, down, down to a quiet lake. Sheer biking heaven.
Here is Graham demonstrating the correct riding position.
ossible to record, every turn showed another jaw dropping vista. Being a landscape photographer on Iceland is about as difficult as taking a good photo of Claudia Schiffer.
Then there was the wind to spice things up a bit. The only way to ride straight was to hang your body off the windward side.
Lunch at a 100 year old ex-post office. Halibut to die for. Jack had the pizza (nothing to send a postcard home about apparently).
Then it got gnarly. Route 939 is a shortcut of gravelly loveliness that climbs up and up, zig zagging to the summit and then down, down, down to a quiet lake. Sheer biking heaven.
Here is Graham demonstrating the correct riding position.
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