Distant Birds And Fish

I now had less than two weeks remaining in Iceland, and I was about 60 miles (~100km) away from the port city of Seydisfjordur.

I could have potentially sailed out a week earlier, but I wanted to give myself time to file visa paperwork in Egilsstaðir. I could pedal hard and be there in one day, but then I’d just be hanging around waiting for the visa office to open. So why now slow my roll?

I went back down the street into Stöðvarfjörður and got breakfast, then marched around the little park next to the Fish Factory, soaking up sunshine and drinking a weird soda.

The good weather continued out on the road. I kinda missed my cat, so I listened to Cat Sense as I went along. It’s a book I like to revisit, since a little more of it sticks each time.

I came around a curve and saw an island that my cat would absolutely love:

Some researcher has probably tried to count the number of birds nesting on this island. I wonder if it breaks the hundred thousand mark?

My destination was a guest house in Fáskrúðsfjörður – not so far away – so I pedaled slowly and enjoyed my snacks, and watched the prolonged magic-hour light give way to a comfortable gloom.

As I moved along the narrow bay I saw fishing boats gliding in the other direction, preparing to spend the night at sea.

My host was awake to let me in, as promised. The room was excellent but the hot shower was the real luxury.