We’ve left a number of different places so far. Leaving Iceland has been the saddest goodbye now. Perhaps I have Viking ancestry – there was a striking resemblance between yours truly and a wax Viking figure in the Sagas museum.
Last night’s dinner was a great salted cod (bacalao, or Greek μπακαλιάρο – looking forward to eating more of this Icelandic product, readily available in Greece, just like the old days) for me and salmon for Martina.
Photos: Icelandic architecture; A Viking descendant poses in front of a Reykjavik cityscape; view from our Hotel Vik window at midnight; the creature from the Blue Lagoon; view towards Eyjafjallajökull – not sure if one can make out the syeam tat the fizzing volcano is presently putting out.
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