With my bicycle slung over my left shoulder, I had to pull hard on the thick rope attached to the rock above to get myself up and over the ridge. I had biked to the start of the trail and then followed the 4WD tracks out to the coast and on to the end of this trail where I was convinced by a passing guide that biking the trail was a good idea, it wasn't! I struggled to the first hut, dragging my bike up ropes and over sandy mountains. At the first hut, I bailed out and rode the nearest 4WD track back out of there. That was back in 2005, since then, I was always intrigued to discover what lay beyond that first hut.
Memories of that arduous day flooded back (See blog post) as we cheerfully lowered ourselves down that very same rope on the Laugavegur Trail 9 years later, no bikes this time. This track was indeed for walking and it had been calling me since that day all those years ago. It was no less spectacular than I had remembered it. Iceland never fails to impress. I dug out a few photos to compare some of the changes (or lack there of) that have occurred during that time.