Today, We visited the Shark Museum. There, we got a ....delicious taste? ... a taste none the less of fermented Greenland shark..I was fairly unphased by the fishy flavour. However, others were quite disturbed. Maybe my toleration was due to the remnants of a dissipating illness preventing my sense of smell from adding to the experience.
The museum was filled with interesting specimens of local birds, including Lundi (Puffins) and White tailed Eagle- a rare specimen.
At the museum, an old man conversed with us about the hidden people, Icelandic folklore, through the translation of our bus driver, Thor. The language barrier, though overcome through Thor's assistance, made me wish I spoke the language. After discussion of his family's dealings with the hidden people, he led us outside to give detail on his rock collection and to feed his chickens. At the end of our tours, he bid some of us farewell with a smile, a few words in Icelandic, and a cheerful hug.
From the chicken feeding site, I intently watched as a border collie performed its daily tasks, running swiftly to and fro behind and at the sides of its flock. A sweet fluffy dog joined us. The dog honestly could have been mistaken for a cat; its ears were so pointed and it was so small and furry.
Shark drying facilities outside, featuring Phoebe
We had lunch at ru ben and headed back to our hostel.
I explored a coffee shop on the way back to the hostel in side of which was an exhibit replicating a vintage toy store.
After we arrived at our hostel, we prepared for a hike on a trail directly behind the hostel.
Mitchell and Eric attempting to cross a pipeline
geodes
more geodes
I returned earlier and helped prepare dinner.
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