This is the coolest little town. Population 460. When we landed the population over tripled.

We came into port in fog that had 10-30ft of visibility and left the ship for a walking tour on a tender boat with 50 other people (the ship was too big to dock in the little port). I had a good view of the pilot's radar over Ryan's shoulder, and could see the paths taken by the other tender boats. we started off fine, making the same right turn from the ship as all the rest of the boats but then our little dashed line just kept turning right - over, and over, and over. The ship called our pilot. Tried to get him back on track to no avail. Finally, in one loop, the ship appeared out of the fog about 50ft in front of us. We saw another tender boat and followed it into port. After that they went into port in pairs as a safety measure.

This was the coolest little town. It was very quiet. The nicest people. We took a walking culture tour through town with the best tour guide of the entire trip, Greta. We met the town's resident "rock collector" who's title does not do him justice. His museum/shop is FILLED with hundreds of amazing finds from the local landscape. all cut and polished. Some of them hundreds of pounds.

We walked through town and saw where the lava had pushed up from the ground into glacier cracks and created long granite dikes, down through fields of lupine to the edge of the water.

We went to see a sculpture collection of eggs on the west side. An installation built after the city had put up money to build piers for a fishing company's piping and the company up and left. So they turned the piers into bases for large granite eggs. Each egg a larger replica of one of the bird species in the area. Lemons into Lemonaid.

They converted an old fish-oil silo into a concert hall. Cleaned it out, cut a door in the side, and voilà, a great acoustically rich space for performances. We were treated to a short concert of three Icelandic songs that made you almost cry from the beauty of it...ok maybe I teared up a little.

From there we walked back to town via a local collector's house where there are bones and sculptures galore. Even the driveway was flanked by two complete whale skeletons.

By the time we returned to the dock, the fog and lifted and changed to a light drizzle. Visibility was much better, and our trip back to ship was much less eventful.