A Whale of a Time

Today was my last day as a 60-something. And it was a nice day here, in spite of the weather forecast. So we needed to do something. And Darlene and the kids had decided that "that something" was to be a whale-watching cruise. There are a lot of whales in this area (even though Iceland is one of the two remaining countries in the world that still hunts whales, much to the consternation of the others). We had booked a cruise on the afternoon cruise.

Morning was leisurely. Bacon and Eggs were at hand (the bacon package was festooned with a picture of the American mid-West, interestingly and inappropriately). We were worried about whether Darlene could negotiate the hills between where we are and the harbour, so we drove the kilometre or two there.

We saw many white-beaked dolphins and minke whales (one at least, probably two). I will put in some photos of the occasion, not of the whales (Dan got better ones, and will share them with me at some point.)












The weather remained good for the trip. We had a bit of spitting rain, then clear the rest of the time. It was cool, the wind was moderate, and the rolling sea was, well, rolling. Katy and Dan both took Gravol, but Darlene and I were okay. And they dressed us in bright orange insulated overalls to be on the deck watching; that probably shocked my system into not being ill.

Than home to a meal of lamb again: it is very good here. No wine, since it is Sunday and this is an Evangelical Lutheran country which does not allow wine sales on the Sabbath.

But a lovely day to have as I enter my 70's.

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Location:Miðstræti,Reykjavík,Iceland