The plan was the Bjarnarhöfn Shark Museum (as we’d past the sign a few times) the on to Snæfellsjökull National Park. The sign was at the end of the long gravel road that linked where we were staying to the main road. It helpfully said it was open from 9-6pm but sadly chose not to say where it was. We tried in vain to find it, but nope. Had we found it there was the opportunity to try putrefied shark meat. To be honest that sounds like a hard no from me.
The sun hit this mountain in a pleasing way which made me think of a Turner painting (though probably not if you’re looking on a tiny phone screen).
Into Olakfsvik (Sker restaurant) for lunch and a look at the church. The church was consecrated on November 10th 1967. It’s the first modern church in Iceland.
A sculpture by Jon Gunnar Amason (b. 15 May 1931). “The Ship": We all have our dream boat and we all dream of sailing deep into our dreams. These boats reflect my own imagination, my precision and my knowledge about simple boat builders of the past centuries."
And by contrast a few hundred feet away was the self-proclaimed capital of the World.
Onwards where we laugh in the face of danger (totally turned around and didn’t go up there).
It looked fine from the bottom.
Onward to a black-sanded beach (yes, I Photoshopped out some people who had the audacity to be in my photo).
One more waterfall then home.
