One of the things I find curious about Iceland is that everything has a name. Every volcano, every hill, every glacier, every arm of that glacier, every stream, every waterfall (and so on) has a name, usually only one word. Even the highways have a name, although they also have a number.
Each farm, or rural residence, has an official, standard looking, name sign on the driveway. The map book has every one of those residences located. Somewhere there must be a huge book of used names. Historically the Icelanders themselves would only have one name, and even recently that name had to be taken from an official list. No children named cynnamon (with a y) in Iceland.
It was still overcast when we left Akureyri, but the sun soon came out, and until noon we had a wonderful view of all those heights that we missed yesterday. After noon it was back to rain.
We are now in a hotel in Keflavik, getting ready for our flight out tomorrow. Continuing our hotel experiences, this one is a two storey stucco box in an industrial area next door to a machinery yard. It is new enough, indeed an extension out back is under construction. But it is clean and new, and Google was able to find it.
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