Day 63 In the port of Isafjordur, Iceland.

Although I went to my bed well into the early hours of this morning, I still awoke up at around 05.30hrs, with difused sunlight streaming through the cracks in the balcony curtains. Land was near by as evidenced by a couple of pictures I took before going back to sleep.

When I woke again, it was at a much more respectable half past eight.

Slowly, I extracated myself from bed and was ready for breakfast some time later. I had the usual, plus a small portion of cooked items because I was on a shore excursion to the Isle of Vigur, home to one couple whose children and grandchildren visit regularly, (from what I gather). A local guide would walk us around this remote island which, nevertheless receives several thousand cruise ship visitors during a short season. This is another part of the world whose welfare is dependent on the cruise ship industry. What Iceland has to offer is, again, majestic scenery. These are the views from my stateroom as I write his blog at 16.56hrs.

I only just made it in time for the boat which would take perhaps 30 of us out to the Isle of Vigur, an approximately thirty minute crossing from Isafjordur, which itself was reached by one of the ship’s tenders.

On the island, I did get to speak briefly with its two sole inhabitants, who I suspect were much younger than I am. Our guide took us on a splendid but all too short a walk, pointing out plenteous wildlife and other things along the way. I am no ornithologist, but I think that I may have taken some reasonable photographs and video. We were issued with sticks with blue tags on the top end to discourage attack from the birds protecting their young. We did get swooped on from time to time.

Fresh Icelandic bread and cakes baked on the island, were provided in plenty and much appreciated by all, along with a choice of hot beverage. The pictures below illustrate the beauty and interest of this tiny island.