It’s going to start sounding like a broken record, but it’s another beautiful day in the neighborhood. Isafjordur is a nice little town on the banks of, you guessed it, a fjord. It’s a beautiful place.

Today’s excursion is a bus ride with just two stops; first stop at the Dynjandi waterfall, and then second in a fishing village. But first a tunnel story. Our bus took us through a 6 KM long tunnel, but that isn’t the remarkable part. First, you don’t often see a tunnel with an intersection in the middle, with not so much as a stop sign. Second, once you get past the intersection the tunnel becomes a one lane tunnel with two way traffic. The outbound direction has frequent turnout lanes and traffic is required to give way at these spots. Very spooky, glad we weren’t driving.

I’ll leave a picture of the waterfall below and move onto the fishing village. The commercial fishermen there trade their catches internationally; the cod and herring are either frozen or dried. One traditional way of drying fish involves just hanging them out to dry on a rack protected by a wood slat booth. Our guide demonstrated this by taking a dried fish and using a mallet to separate the meat from the skin. We were told this is a very popular way to snack while watching TV; the sample we got was tasty.

This day’s guide was an interesting character; she is originally from Hungary, and while she is a tour guide for now she is nearly done becoming a commercial pilot. She had some stories to tell, including the difficult approach to the Isafjordur airport (navigating your way past mountains, make a u-turn over the fjord, and line up for the runway in one maneuver. Tricky sounding).

This trip is almost over, with just one port stop left. We land in Reykjavik tomorrow, and head for home the following day. More then…