We wake up at seven (super early for us!) and leaving the dark passage behind, we bike into a surprisingly sunny day. We follow the concrete roads and reach a fishing town Thorshofn before noon. We try a hearty special for lunch – the sheep guts mixed into an egg-shaped ball and sewn into skin. We’re fifty kilometers away from our goal destination, The road turns into a rocky path leading us deeper and deeper into an uninhabited headland. We’re taken aback by a nauseating fish smell, abandoned houses and wild horses. We ride past a waterfall falling straight into the sea and see a shipwreck. The more narrow the headland gets, the more stones there are and we finally see our goal in the distance. We ride through a field of sharp stones and then, when we’re almost there, a beautiful grassy landscape surrounded by monumental cliffs unfolds before us. The lighthouse Fontur stands in the middle of that in its entire beauty. We’re almost there, our goal right in front of us and we could not be more excited! We’ve made it even though some of the locals told us it was impossible. Well, it’s not anymore! We’re probably the first people who have crossed Iceland on fixies! We find out, to our great surprise, that the lighthouse is open and we’re welcome to enjoy the view of the horizon of the Greenland Sea. We cook a delicious dinner and spend the night inside. We fall asleep under the lighthouse light. A seal waves farewell to us as he briefly appears on the surface of the sea.