A nice long dramatic ride along the coast (Hwy 1 of Iceland that is) - and we turn the corner on this Hwy and see a little town with a red barn-like church high up on a hill that looks familiar to us both, like we know it well - and, later, we look at the cover of our Frommers guidebook and it’s the little church vibrantly displayed on the cover.
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What’s in Vik? - the blackest sand you’ll ever see. Ever.
Wind.
It was wind like I’ve never felt wind - rough, wet, loud and wild. At one point it almost landed me on my butt - and I’m no lightweight - so it was w.i.n.d.y.!! (a video to prove it - but no bandwidth to download at moment)
We collected some of the black sand and made a video for friends in Cold Spring (and ourselves) - and knew we arrived somewhere like no place we’ve ever seen. Happy for the extra trek to get there, and wanting to go even further since we had daylight until 9:45ish... so the birthday boy gets everything he wants on his birthday and we continue up to Kirkjubaejarklaustur.