Green does not mean green

The morning started off well enough.  Though the room was tiny, it had blackout curtains, so we had the darkest sleep we've had yet.  After dragging ourselves out of bed and getting ready, we had a decent breakfast with a great view of the lava field.  We loaded up and headed out.  First on the agenda was to get some fuel.  In the US of A, diesel pumps are green colored.  Unfortunately, that convention is not worldwide.  In Iceland, unleaded pumps are green, and diesel pumps are black.  As force of habit dictated, I topped off our diesel tank with unleaded.  This required a nice man pumping out the tank and putting in fresh diesel.  Though it took a while for him to arrive, he was super nice, and assured me that he does this at least twice a week.  Not that it made me feel any better - just because there are a large number of idiots, I don't feel any better that I am one of them.After our unintentional detour, we filled up with actual diesel this time and headed to see some stuff.  First up, there was a feature called Kirkjugólf, or "church floor."  It is a pad of hexagonal stones, much like the basalt columns in the Giant's Causeway.  There was some legend that it used to be the floor of a church, but no record can back that up.  The area had been occupied by some Irish Priests, so who knows.  We also saw some local waterfalls that really were beautiful. I guess if you have mountains and this much rain, you have to have lots of waterfallsFrom there, we continued down the coastal highway to the Dwarf Cliffs.  Though they are not super high, I don't think it is a comment on their diminuative size, but rather the supernatural stories ascribed to them.  We had a nice short hike around the formation, and even saw some more areas that look like they are not well-traveled.  Note - take the entire path.  Even though it turns from nice gravel into dirt and mud, it is worth it.We forged on through the blowing wind and driving rain.  I think my socks are dry...and that's about it.  Next up, we drove across a starkly barren volcanic plain leading to the largest glacier in Iceland.  It actually looks like multiple ones, flowing down between mountain passes, but it is all one glacier - Vatnajökull.  It is actually Europe's largest glacier and covers about 13% of Iceland.  It will dominate our horizon for several days.  We stopped off at a national park to hike a bit, but the weather turned, so we headed on.  I can't say I was sad - I am just longing for dry warm clothes.We left the park and drove to Hofn, our home for the next 2 nights.  We found our lodging and relaxed a bit before dinner.  Hofn is primarily known for their small lobsters - Langoustine.  Les gave them another try as his lobster dinner on Father's Day was a bit of a disappointment. Tonight, they came through.  I had Langoustine pizza, and Carrie had Arctic Char again, and they were all good.  Pat's choice left her wanting.  It was Salted Cod.  Les explained that it was Cod that had salt on it.  However, it actually was cod that was dried by immersing in salt.  Then it is hydrated before cooking.  It is a traditional Icelandic food, but not one Pat would recommend.Back at the guesthouse, I'm typing, Les and Pat are in their rooms relaxing, and Carrie is trying to figure out how to put her lung back inside her after her coughing fit.  She's had a rough go for the past few days, but she isn't letting it get in her way.  I think it is time to medicate her so she can get some sleep.