With Myvatn only being about 75km away on generally good tarmac roads, we had a bit of a lie in. The tyres had been aired down for all the rough roads we’d been on, so Jason needed to fill them up again before we travelled on. Fortunately for us, the little huts housing the diesel pump also had a compressor. Unfortunately for us, bringing four of Moglets tyres up to road pressure was a bit too much of an ask of it, and all the air was gone before
Jason had finished. So Moglet had to finish the job herself, with a little help from Jason. Really must make a mental note that next time we use someone else’s compressor, we start off filling the tyre that's directly behind the exhaust, rather than leaving it until last - that way, Jason doesn't have to suck in poison for ten minutes while the tyre fills up. A good plan, I think.
Eventually the tyres were all up to pressure and it was time to head off. The track leading to the Ringroad was not so bad, although there were a couple of really quite skinny little bridges over deep streams - you really wouldn’t want to misjudge them in the snow, there was only a few inches either side for Moglet to get through.
Myvatn itself is only a small place, around 500 people live there on a permanent basis, but it's kind of at a cross roads for people heading from north to south off the main Ringroad. Plus it's the jumping off point for anyone who wants to go to the nearby mountains and glaciers, so it gets it's fair share of tourist trade in the summertime and has a small supermarket, fuel, post office, bank etc, as well as several campsites dotted around the lake.
What it also gets plenty of it midges - millions and millions of the buggers. Myvatn gets it's name from the lake it's next to - called Lake Myvatn, strangely enough. The fact that the Icelandic translation of Myvatn is ‘Midge Lake’ should tell you enough. They don't bite humans but they’re plenty irritating, buzzing around at head height and seemingly fascinated by vehicles, plastering themselves all over windows and windscreens. As a knock-on effect of the insect life, Myvatn is also a bit of a Mecca for bird watchers, but not being even slightly twitchy myself, I just found the whole thing a bit irritating. No wonder only 500 people live in Myvatn, it’d drive me potty to have to spend a week there!
It’s also a geothermal hotspot, with steam pouring out all over the place and mountains in the area too active for hikers to be allowed on them. These are some of the reasons why we want to come back to Myvatn, and hopefully some of the midges will have been killed off by the cold in the intervening weeks. But for the time being, we had to content ourselves with a trolleyload of expensive food, a pitch next to a lake that might or might not be lovely but I’m damned if I’m going to open the window to find out, and some photos snapped out the window of Moglet as we drove away the next day.