Bárður's Lament - Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge, Iceland

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Bárður's Lament - Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge, Iceland

 
 
 

Lost in the bewildering Snæfellsnes peninsula, West of Iceland, a natural landmark speaks volumes of a grief still bare. In an eery ravine carved in the wayside mountain, the walls echo the pain of loss, the water trickles with restless doubts, and birds above swirl like unwanted memories of wrath-filled deeds.

Down by the entrance of 'the ravine of Rauðfeldur'

Down by the entrance of 'the ravine of Rauðfeldur'

 

It is in the Rauðfeldsgjá gorge, in the IXth Century, that the revered and powerful half-giant Bárður, blind with fury, committed the murderous irreparable:

Two of his young nephews had been playing with Bárður's beautiful daughters. The eldest daughter, after a tussle, landed on an iceberg by accident and drifted away to the North. The half-giant, fuming with anger, took his nephews high up into the mountains. One of the them, Sölvt, was pushed off a nearby cliff, and the other one, Rauðfeldur was thrown to his death in this very ravine, which now bears his name (Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge means the Gorge of Rauðfeldur in Half-Giant).

The bare landscape of the Snæfellsnes peninsula, where the Giant Bárður's still roams

The bare landscape of the Snæfellsnes peninsula, where the Giant Bárður's still roams

 

It is believed that Bárður to this day, comes by this open tomb still. And as you sit by it, and wings flutter above the gorge, you may hear wandering thoughts, the pain of the one who did wrong, and unbearable answers, though never question asked.

 
 

After breaking the skull of one boy from a cliff and throwing the other in the ravine, Bárður was confronted by their devastated father, his half-brother Þorkell. They fought and Bárður broke his borther's leg, leaving him to crawl home.

"When I do wander, aimlessly far,

When the whirlwind brings thoughts from a distance,

And in the walls of my dungeon, the ceaseless blame of the water

Cousins do lay in the canyon, echoes of a grief I did father"

Rauðfeldsgjá gorge, themystical crime scene, home to sea gulls and echoing grief

Rauðfeldsgjá gorge, themystical crime scene, home to sea gulls and echoing grief

 

After this event Bárður became unstable and recluse, the tormenting grief getting the better of him.

"And I've had many a sleepless night, beneath this roof, and beneath these stars

Where I lay my weary head, and doubt builds a stronghold,

For to see the guilty let free and roam,

or to bear the pain of the one who did wrong, I hear their distant call, piercing from beyond"

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Bárður is an essential charachter of Iceland's history and this tragic event changed him forever. Son of a titan and of Mjöll, a beautiful human woman, he led the very first expedition to establish a settlement in Iceland when refusing to pay tax to the Norwegian King. He brought many men as well as his 9 daughters with him.

Waging war, fighting, killing Titans and traitors were no strangers to Bárður's life. But after the events at the gorge, he left his farm Laugarbrekka  with all his belongings and retired secretly to caves inside the mountain. After this disappearance, the repentant warrior came to be known as Bárður Snæfellsás, ever watching over the Snæfellsnes peninsula.

Bárður would later be revered as a God and called upon for blessings and the safety of the Snæfellsnes peninsula

Bárður would later be revered as a God and called upon for blessings and the safety of the Snæfellsnes peninsula

 

If you like happy endings of sorts, or irony, you'll be glad to know that Bárður's daughter Helga was actually fine. She drifted for a few days, landing in Greenland. She stayed there for a while with one of her dad's friends who happened to have settled there a year before. She then made her way back to Iceland a couple of years later via Norway.

But the peninsula will have been marked forever by these dramatic events.

A view from onto now peaceful (probably because it's Winter) peaks of Snæfellsnes

A view from onto now peaceful (probably because it's Winter) peaks of Snæfellsnes

 

Thanks for reading,

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and by KukuCampers as well as the ukes I'm travelling and singing with on this frosty adventure, CloudMusic Ukuleles.

 
Checking the itinerary at the wheel of the Kuku Camper Van, you don't want to get lost on the peninsula and bother Bárður

Checking the itinerary at the wheel of the Kuku Camper Van, you don't want to get lost on the peninsula and bother Bárður

 

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A Landscape 'from Ymir's Flesh' in Djúpalónssandur, Iceland

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A Landscape 'from Ymir's Flesh' in Djúpalónssandur, Iceland

 
 
 

"From Ymir's flesh

was the earth created,

from the bloody sweat, the sea,

cliffs from bones,

trees from hair,

and from the head, the heavens"

from "The Lay of Grimmir" quoted in "The deluding of Gylfi"

Many men and women, through centuries and civilisations, desire to know how the Universe was born, how it all came to be. A small number of those only, refuse to have their thirst for knowledge unquenched.

Gylfy, a King, was one such man, defying ignorance.

He tricked his way into the company of the great trinity of Gods, High, Just-as-High and Third. And then he asked them:

'Who is the highest or the oldest of all the Gods? Where is he, what is he capable of?'
High replied: "The wisest most powerful God, the All-Father, lives through all Ages and governs all things in his realm." Then Just-as-High said: "He made heaven, earth and the skies and everything in them." Then Third said "Most important, he created man and gave him a living spirit that will never die, even if the body rots to dust or burn to ashes."
'What was the beginning or how did things start? What was there before?'
High said: "Early of ages when nothing was. There was neither sand nor sea, nor cold waves. The earth was not found nor the sky above."

High said: "Early of ages when nothing was. There was neither sand nor sea, nor cold waves. The earth was not found nor the sky above."

 

Gangleri's quest for knowledge is rewarded with stories of Seeresses, Wizards, Sorcerers and Giants. "The old frost giant, him we call Ymir". As the icy rime melted it revealed a cow, which then nourished the 'evil' Ymir. And as the cow fed herself, licking salty blocks of ice, Buri, the first man, beautiful and strong, appeared from them. He had a son called Bor.

'The sons of Bor killed the giant Ymir.'
'They took Ymir and made from him the world. From his blood they made the sea and the lakes. The earth was fashioned from the flesh, and mountains from the bones. They made stones and gravel from the teeth, the molars, and those bones that were broken'.
Blood, sweat, flesh and bones of an ex-frost Giant on the black beach of Djúpalónssandur

Blood, sweat, flesh and bones of an ex-frost Giant on the black beach of Djúpalónssandur

 

Gangleri is well impressed:

'It seems to me that they accomplised great things when the earth and the sky were made, the sun and the moon set in their places and the days divided.'
Surrounded by a living landscape...

Surrounded by a living landscape...

 

"And from his eyelashes

the gentle gods made

Midgard for the sons of men;

and from his brains

all the oppressive

clouds were formed"

The remains of a tooth, on Djúpalónssandur beach. I think it's a molar?

The remains of a tooth, on Djúpalónssandur beach. I think it's a molar?

 

As recounted in Snorri Sturluson's The Prose Edda 

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Onto the (sometimes gravelled) Icelandic Roads

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Onto the (sometimes gravelled) Icelandic Roads

 
 
 

And so these Ukulele Road Trips are off, once again! This time for a sing and a drive all around the famous Ring Road. It's a route, also called "route 1" for the sentimental, which goes all around the icy mystical island of Iceland.

This road, more than probably any other in the know driving universe, presents itself with many almost-irresistible-wayside-musical-inspiration-breaks opportunities. For example:

 
 

The Ring Road is 1332 km long (or 828 miles, if you're a miles kind of person). However it takes a bit longer than you might think to drive the whole way around. Firstly because you'll want to be stopping a lot. A real lot, as we mentioned. That's why you need your camera (or your ukulele, or both, depending on what kind of road-tripper you are) at the ready !

Icelandic-motif-ed ukulele at the ready !

Icelandic-motif-ed ukulele at the ready !

 

And secondly, because there are so many inviting smaller roads that go from "route 1" to breathtaking views and exciting natural landmarks! A lot of them are what is called "gravel" roads, meaning that they are not paved and smooth asphalt surfaces. Rather they are, well, gravel-y. You might want to avoid those by the way if you're driving a big van instead of a powerful 4x4. But hey, sometimes, you gotta go see what you gotta go see.

Odin has an eight-legged horse, Ukulele Road Trips has a Kuku Camper Van ! Here, driving (super carefully!) on lots of gravel.

Odin has an eight-legged horse, Ukulele Road Trips has a Kuku Camper Van ! Here, driving (super carefully!) on lots of gravel.

 

And lastly, you want to drive while you can see the landscape. Not much point otherwise. And if you're smart enough to travel during the harsh winter months, you get between 10 minutes and a few hours of day time, depending on the weather. As you can see from the picture above, mysterious Iceland can swiftly cloak herself in mist and fog.

Just make sure that when heading back into your ride, in the dim light of the 2 p.m. dusk, that you don't leave anything important behind.

 
Oups !

Oups !

 

Kuku Campers accompanies crazy road-tripping people around Iceland all year round and that includes this Ukulele Winter #GoingNorth advenutre !

"Two ravens and this trusted horse" (remember ?) The two ravens in this story are my ukes, a soprano and a not-so-soprano CloudMusic ukulele !

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