A very clear night out of the bedroom window last night.
Set off with no real plan. As we headed towards a church seen from the road we came across the Shark museum that had eluded us for a couple of days. There was the offer to trying some putrefied shark but I don’t eat fish (yes, it’s a fish and not a mammal) and Jane wasn’t keen either. Also, who wants to have to explain to the car hire people why the car is quite so full of sick.
Then outside to see the shark drying. If you can imagine how it smells, then you’re probably right.
The woman in the shark museum said the church was the oldest in Iceland. Google doesn’t agree. (Google: https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/grafarkirkja)
Talking of churches. After heading back to Stykkishólmur to look for bookmarks and grab a coffee we found the road that lead to Stykkishólmur church. The church had a Steinway grand piano which sounded wonderful, even if my playing didn’t.
Down to the harbour and bought a little model of a viking boat for the back room.
Took more photos on the way back. The wind was so strong it was hard to open the car doors (even taking into account my well-renowned upper body strength).
An early night as we’re up at 3am to drive to the airport for the flight to Canada.