Day 4 - Recovery day/bus from Arnarstapi to Borganes

Woke up at about 8 with the sun shining on the tent. Had to get up as the tent was like a sauna. I was seriously struggling to walk and genuinely concerned about not being able to cycle for 3 or 4 days. Hobbled over to the toilet block cleaned my teeth etc, had the leftover strawberry crunch for breakfast which did very little to subdue the appetite. I then had a good snooze with the tent door open and woke up very groggy 10 minutes before going over to meet everyone for brunch. I hobbled the short distance to the summerhouse, said hello and had a very much needed shower. By the time I was out everyone was outside and the food was ready. It was a delightful spread, and I remember there being fresh fruit, yoghurt, salmon, bread, mini pancakes and jam. The weather was again beautiful. After a good feed and chat Mauro and Marco presented us with a trophy and medal rack to go with the t-shirts. A lovely thought and very much appreciated. After some group photos with the t-shirts and trophies it was time for the Italians to go as they had a long drive ahead of them. We bid them farewell. I hung around a bit longer getting some advice on what to do with my remaining 6 days in Iceland, and got my map out to mark where these places were. After a lengthy chat with Peter, Melkorka, Ivar and Lina there were several places marked on the map from waterfalls to beaches to nightclubs. It was unlikely that I'd have time to do everything, but I would certainly try. I decided that initially I wanted to cycle from Borganes to Akureyri. It wasn't possible to cycle directly from Arnarstapi to Akureyri as there was a gravel road for a significant part of the way (definitely a no-go for my fully loaded Canondale road bike). This meant having to get the bus back to Borganes, which left in a couple of hours. So I said goodbye to everyone and made my way back to the tent to pack everything up. The bus was there on time and there were two other bikes there before me. Thankfully It wasn't a problem fitting mine on as well as the bike rack was big and the driver was happy to wrap some bungees around everything. One of the cyclists was a guy from Brighton who was coming to the end of his time in Iceland, and had been touring around Snaefellsnes over the last three or four days. After a quick chat with him we boarded the bus. The bus was crowded with people - half of which were backpackers with huge rucksacks. I spent most of the journey eating and sleeping. I got to Borganes at about 6pm - the immediate priorities were getting food and finding the campsite. My legs were starting to feel better now and the days of cycling ahead started so seem more realistic. I went over to the supermarket across the road from the bus station - this had closed about 15 minutes earlier. I was still relatively full from eating on the bus, so I opted for finding the campsite, going to bed as soon as possible/getting a good sleep and coming back at 9am when the supermarket would open. I found the campsite easily after asking someone which was less than 2km away. It was pretty small and basic, and there was no sign of any reception. After pitching the tent I went over to brush my teeth and it said that someone would walk around collecting money. I was tucked up in my sleeping bag by 8.30pm exhausted. At about 11pm I heard this voice directly outside my tent saying 'hello, hello'. I reluctantly sat up and unzipped the tent door. It was the campsite woman asking me to pay. I wasn't best pleased at being woken up at this time. After paying it was back to sleep until 7am.