Wednesday, July 3, 2019 Before we bade farewell to the Hotel Látrabjarg’s Joél and Karl at 10:00, we struggled to decide whether or not we were going to make the trip to the bird cliffs after all, before veering north for Ísafjörður (“ice fjord”). The weather was foul, with rain, fog and powerful winds. The famous puffins would probably not be visible. We began to drive along the gravel road, Molly again at the wheel. […]
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