(Note: I wrote this last night but the wifi connection I was using kicked me off just before I could send it. Now I’m on a three hour ferry with a wifi hotspot! So I’m posting it a day late.)
The water was absolutely still when I left Isafjordur this morning. And most of last night’s revelers seemed still to be in bed. So I had the roads mostly to myself. Which was a good thing, given how steep, narrow, and rough they were.
I finally got a picture inside one of the tunnels while waiting for an oncoming car to pass. But mostly it just looks dark.
For most of the drive through the fjords the road was dirt. And there were a few times when my trusty little Skoda struggled to keep traction on a steep and rutted switchback. But the views were absolutely worth it.
My ultimate destination was the incredible bird cliffs of Latrabjarg, at the most westerly point in Europe (not counting the Azores). But I stretched my legs at a few scenic detours along the way.
They let you get so close you could probably pick them up, but they hang out at the very edge of the thousand foot cliffs, so you’d be taking your life in your own hands if you tried it (I didn’t).
The first thing that assails you as you step out of your car is the noise. Guillemots, puffins, razorbills, fulmars and kittiwakes all screaming into the breeze.
The second thing that assails you is the stench of guano.
But seeing the puffins was a definite highlight of the trip.