View Over Isafjorður

It´s a pretty amazing place. An amazing, dangerous, wonderful place, this Iceland. I´m serious when I say that I´ve had several experiences so far where I could have plummeted to my death quite easily. Is it worth it? Umm, jáááá.

This was my hike this morning. It´s a pretty famous view, and luckily the weather cooperated perfectly. I still have yet to use my rain gear, though I´ve been through some storms in the car.

I had some of the best fish I´ve had in my life today at a place called Tjöruhúsið, right on the bay. You can see it in the picture. Actually, you can see the whole town in this picture. I think this is the 3rd or 4th largest town in Iceland and it´s only got like 1300 people or something.

Sadly, I´m not sure I´ll be able to get up to the very remote Hornstrandir nature preserve on this trip. They don´t do day trips to Hesteyri, the ghost town on the shores of Hornstrandir, but there might be a five hour tour I can squeeze into tonight. If not, I´ll console myself with another piece of fish there.

Was out until 2 a.m. this morning, the sun never set. It looked lighter than dusk as I drank Viking and spoke Icelandlish with the locals at the only place that was open, a makeshift bar (no name, mind you), attached to the local information center.

The Thai restaurant in town is everything the guidebooks say it is. I wish I could eat another meal at both places. I might actually leave later tomorrow afternoon, instead of morning, to do just that.

The great thing about almost dying on a daily basis is that it makes you feel great at the end of the day, when you can merely say, "I survived."