Lake Como Adventures

When Christian and I were at Lake Como last year, we planned on doing a canyoning adventure with Alberto Trombetta.  What’s canyoning you ask?  It’s “the sport of jumping into a fast-flowing mountain stream and allowing oneself to be carried downstream at high speed.” (google.com magic)

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Above pic: Lake Como and the main town

As I’ve grown older, my enthusiasm for participating in any fast sport has dropped.  Also for any activity done at ridiculous heights – I’m not a fan.  I’ve become an old scaredy cat.  When Christian and I first got together, we went to Kletterwald Park – we were strapped in to body harnesses and climbed, crawled and walked over tons of obstacles while being attached by ropes high above the ground.

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I know I’m smiling here (above at a Kletterwald in Dresden, Germany), but at one point I did cry.  I had to walk across a single rope, high above the ground.  Christian had already effortlessly strutted across to the other side while I stood staring at the rope, shaking my head “no not gonna happen.”  Even though I knew there was no way I’d fall to the ground, it scared the crap out of me.  I started to cry like a baby.  Then, I started to walk.  Crying and walking.  Walking and crying.  I eventually made it to Christian on the other side of the most ridiculous obstacle in the world.  And the feeling I had – a mix of elation, relief, astonishment and pride – was the reason I signed up for this canyoning thing at Lake Como.

Unfortunately, Christian caught a terrible cold and sliding into chilly Italian lake water didn’t seem like a good idea anymore.  So my scaredy cat emotional high will have to wait until 2018 or 2019, when we have vacation time devoted to new travels again and we can sign up for canyoning.

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Above pics: Exploring Lake Como on land – see more in my Lake Como post.

In case you are looking for a really cool adventure while in Milan or Lake Como – I highly recommend contacting Alberto.  I’ve already done the research for you.  He has great marks on TripAdvisor and he is responsive through email.  He has a lot of different activities to offer, from rock climbing to hiking to canyoning.  He even has sailing/climbing packages available:

Kalimnos, Greece 22-29 April;  from 700 euro;  the worldwide famous climbing mecca from the best point of view, getting to the most exlusive crags with no effort.

Amalfi coast, Italy 27May-3June ;  from 800 euro; the area is full of amazing spots to practice outdoor activities such us: trekking, rock climbing, spear fishing, sightseeing, exc. All of that will be done among villages rich in culture,architecture and culinary art..

Mallorca, Spain: 19-26 August;   from 800euro;    deep water solo, sport climbing and summer fun in the best spot at the best period!

Sardinia, Italy  16-23September ; from 700euro;   a various trip into the southern coast of this amazing island

His info:

Alberto Trombetta
+39 3331390136
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Iceland – Day 6, Heading back West

April 17, 2016

Today we headed back to the west, with our 4th time driving through Vik.  Yes, fourth!  After finding out the hard way that the wine and beer store, Vínbúðin, isn’t open in Vik on Saturdays. BUT it is open in the actual town where we saw the Northern Lights, so we drove to Vik for no reason yesterday. Ahhh well.  Our mistake is your fortune.  Click the Vínbúðin link before you go to Iceland and check out the different opening times.

 

Our goal for the day was to make it to Vogar, where we rented one of the nicest AirBnb’s I’ve stayed in so far.  On our way there we had a couple of stops:

 

Laufskálavarða – aka funky rock piles on the side of the road.  There used to be a farm in the area, but the volcano Katla destroyed it in 894.  You are supposed to add a stone to the old farmland when you pass it the first time to bring yourself luck on your journey.  This may have been the 4th time we passed it, or the second.  I lost count.  Either way, we stopped and added multiple stones.

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The gubment (American southern English for government) even put more stones along the road so modern day travelers can continue this tradition.

Our next stop was Selfoss, but only for the Netto – it’s a discount grocery store – that didn’t have beer, postcards or Icelandic salt – the 3 things we were in search of.  So we continued to a town called Eyrarbakki, a small fishing village.

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Annie had a chance to pet a horse – something she’d been dying to do since she got to Iceland –  and then we ate lunch at Rauða Húsið, or Red House.  The lobster bisque was outstanding.  I recommend this restaurant if you’re driving past this cute town.

Continuing our drive to the west, we passed lava fields and craters.  It snowed earlier that day, but now it was just windy and windy.  Did I mention how windy?  WIN-DY.

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We drove alongside some really pretty blue lakes, stopping at one for a photo op.  Christian put his hand in the lake – AH!  Of course his hand instantly froze and the wind snapped it off.  Now I’m about to marry a one-hand man.  It was almost that cold.

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A couple of miles away, there was a hot spring sending white clouds of hot gas into the sky.  We had found the hot springs at Seltan:

 

Of course, they stink stank stunk.  We didn’t stay longer than 5 minutes because the mix of cold, wind and stanky stanky just wasn’t so enjoyable.  We were eager to get to Vogar and settle in after being in the car for 4 hours.  Plus, our AirBnb had a hot tub.  Christian and I had fun playing with the tub thermometer.  Watching the temperature gauge drop so fast while waving it in the air above the whirlpool steam provided hours (ok, minutes) of entertainment for 2 scientists.

If you are ever near Vogar, be sure to stop at the Old Post Office.  It’s been converted into a restaurant and the service is super friendly.  We all learned that in Icelandic a double L – or LL – is pronounced as “dL” or “tL” depending on where you are from.  This means that Gull beer you’ve been ordering throughout your trip is actually pronounced “Gudl” or “Gutl”.  That night we enjoyed a couple of Gudles paired with a couple of pizzas.