Our fourth day in Iceland was spent in Húsavík without the need to travel onward
to another town. After our marathon day
of travel on Thursday (day 3 of the trip) it was good to have some time not to
feel the pressure of having to reach a new town.
Back in May I had made reservations for us to go on “North
Sailings” Puffins and Sails excursion.
This is a daily trip that leaves at 9:30AM and 1:00PM with an expected
time at sea of 3 – 4 hours.
Unfortunately for us, despite the fact that I worked diligently to get
my butt out of bed at a reasonable hour, I didn’t end up making that happen
until 8:40AM, which at the time didn’t seem like we would have enough time to
make the departure.
After kicking myself and continuing to lie around in bed for
another 5 minutes, I decided “what the hell” we can still make this trip if we
want. So at 8:45AM I swung into action –
brushing my teeth, making myself look presentable and stuffing all the things
we would need into my backpack. Once I
got Zack awake and out of bed, we were on our way to the hotel dining room for
breakfast by 8:55AM. Stuffing down a
quick breakfast was easy as I thought for me it was probably going to come
right back up on the boat. (I have been
known to suffer from sea sickness in rough seas and given the cloudy, windy
nature of the morning, I figured the seas were going to be rough and hence I
would be puking.)
After breakfast we jumped into the car and sped the short
distance to the harbor and our awaiting boat.
Our reservation was still valid and I paid the ticket fee. Before we ran off to the boat, I complimented
the woman selling the tickets on her lack of an Icelandic accent. In reply she said – “yeah, kind of hard to have
an Icelandic accent when I am from Wisconsin.” I was amazed to find an American living and
working in this unbelievably small, off the beaten path place. But this followed a general theme as in the
town of Suðureyri we
had met the chef for the restaurant at the small hotel in which we stayed. She too was American and had been living in Iceland for the
last 4 years. Unfortunately I didn’t
have the time to ask her from what state she was. Both of these people seemed very happy with
their choice to make Iceland
at least their temporary homes.
With our tickets in hand we made a beeline towards the ship
on which we would sail. It was a three
mast sailing ship called the Hildur. At
the gangplank to get on board we were each given a set of heavy duty overalls
to put on. These overalls would keep us
very warm in the cold and damp air of the bay and if we fell overboard they
would also keep us afloat.
One other group got on board the boat after us but as soon
as they were settled we pushed back from the dock and began our journey. Though the ship was primarily a sailing ship
it also head engines that allowed it to make way against the wind and manuveur
in the confined area of the harbor.
We set off under engine power with a first destination of
“Lambley” Island also know as “Puffin
Island” for all the
puffins that make the island their home during breeding season. As soon as we approached the island you could
see why it was called “Puffin
Island” as there were
puffins everywhere. Iceland is home
to about 60% of the world’s puffins – somewhere between 8 and 9 million of
them. This little rocky island is home
to over 200,000 puffins during breeding season.
Talk about a lot of puffins! We
learned other remarkable facts about these unusual birds. They are ungainly in both the air and on
land. Water seems to be there native
element as they spend ½ of the year living entirely on the water without ever
touching land. They can do this because
they have uniquely adapted so that they can drink sea water. Additionally, their skills in the water are
fantastic as to catch their food they can dive to down to over 70 meters deep!
The captain spent a considerable amount of time taking us
around ¾ of the island to see all the rookeries and all the countless birds
that made this island their home.
After our encounter with the birds of “Puffin Island”
we headed out to the open waters at the center of the bay and the open ocean
itself. Within 20 or so minutes we had
our first contact with a whale. At first
all we could see was the water spouts from when it surfaced to get a breath of
air. As we got closer to the spot in
which the whale was it seemed to disappear.
We were all focused looking to the one side of the boat when I happened
to turn the opposite way and caught a sight of it breaching the surface. I gave out a shout and almost everyone was
able to turn and see it raise its fluke as it headed for a deep dive.
We stayed in this spot for another 15 minutes seeing the
whale breach the surface numerous times.
Then we headed to another spot to the west in which whales more commonly
gather to feed.
This second spot was very remote and very far away from any
kind of civilization. You come to
realize as you are out in this remote and isolated environment that there is
little to no back up in case things go wrong.
There are not Icelandic coast guard vessels on 24x7 call to come to the
rescue of every single boat that gets into trouble. This is definitely not like some calm coast
waters of the United States
in which there is constant radar surveillance of all the boats and ships on the
water. Only in Reykjavik did we see any evidence whatsoever
of a Coast Guard presence. This is an
absolute world in which the crews of boats/ships live and die by their own experience. If a boat or ship gets into trouble here, the
only help that is going to come will be from other vessels in the area – that
is it.
(The tail of a humpback whale disappearing under the waves.)
Maybe because it was more remote and less frequented by
whale watching ships we got to see 3 different whales. Or perhaps the food source in the waters
below was just more plentiful than in the other spots of the bay/ocean. I don’t know but it seemed that there were
whales popping up to breath all the time.
We saw 3 or 4 different whales in this spot. Due to the unique nature of their tails the
ship’s guide was able to identify each of them as humpback whales. How unique was this for Zack and me to see so
many of these wonderful yet endangered whales!
The crew of our ship was a unique group. There were 3 of them – the captain who
appeared to be of a long seagoing background based upon his ruddy checks and
thick mustache and two much younger men who did all of the physically hard work
to run the ship.
When I speak of physically hard work to run the ship there
was a lot of it! After we spent an hour
or so in the second spot, we turned back to Húsavík to return to port. It was at this point that the captain had his
two crew men raise the sails and he cut the engines. There were a total of 5 sails that were used
to sail the ship. I can’t remember the
names of all 5, but the first 3 at the front of the boat where gibb sails and
one of two large sails was called a schooner sail. Our two crew men spent a considerable amount
of time and effort getting those sails raised and in place. It was a remarkable feat that they performed
to raise these sails all by themselves.
It seemed that it should have taken 4 different men to raise them all.
(Here we are as happy sailors. No sea sickness for us!)
What was really interesting about watching these men raise
the sails was the unique way they each did their job. You could tell that they had probably learned
sailing skills from their fathers or older family members because the each did
the job slightly differently. They had
obviously learned how to do this from different people.
The other amazing thing about the work was how hard it
was. By the time the sails were finally
raised both of these very in shape young men were red in the face, sweating
like no tomorrow and huffing and puffing.
I gained a true appreciation for the work that is required to sail a
boat.
(The two guys in black were our intrepid crew who raised and lowered the sails.)
I am sure that any of these three men could out do any
Olympic sailing team or any America’s
Cup sailing team. These guys had
obviously seen times in the past where their lives depended upon how well they
could sail a boat.
Once the boat was under full sail, it seemed to leap out of
the water and into motion. When it was
under engine power it was hard to tell how fast we were moving. Once the sails were hung, it was obvious that
the boat was moving fast. Due to the
direction of the wind, the boat was riding low to the stern side and the port
was high. I estimated the deck was at a
full thirty percent slant as it made it’s way through the waves. Every time we hit a wave the boat would
bounce up and down by at least 4 – 5 feet.
For those of us inexperienced in sailing ships it made it hard to move
around.
(The boat under full sail!)
The sensation of sailing didn’t agree with everyone on board
and one woman ended up puking over the side.
Unfortunately for Zack and me and several other people sitting next to
her, she was puking into the wind and a lot came flying back at us. Oh well – that was the worst thing that
happened – so it was no big deal.
As we approached the harbor the sails were brought back down
and we made our way past the breakwater and into port on the engines. Exiting the deck we took off our overalls and
say a fond farewell to the crew. From my
conversation with one of the two crew men, it turns out that he is originally
from Húsavík, but now only lives there from May
– September. During the rest of the year
he is studying at a University in Alabama
and also plays for his school NCAA soccer team.
It was funny because I would have guessed that just looking at him. He is shorter than me and looks like an
Icelander who is more comfortable on the water than on land. He certainly knew how to handle the sails and
took a lot of risks to unfurl the gib sails.
Departing the ship we returned to the hotel so that I could
grab a quick shower before we went about the rest of the day – since I had
essentially run out of the hotel in the morning. After I showered we returned to the harbor to
get some lunch – which in this case was fish and chips from a take away
shop. Though this fish and chips were
good, they still didn’t beat my all time favorite Fish’n’Chips. I had those back in 2002 from a greasy little
take away shop near the beach of a small little town called Pecton on the South
Island of New Zealand. Even 10 years
later, I still remember the taste of those fish’n’chips. Part of it was the experience of getting to
Pecton – crossing the strait between the North and South
Island during particularly bad weather. It made it all worth while!
After lunch we hopped right back in the car and went to see
seek some further adventure. Our destination
for this trip was two fold. First we
wanted to see the Jokulsargljufur National Park and then secondly we wanted to
experience the waterfall that is know as “Europe’s
most powerful waterfall “Dettifoss”.
Both of these attractions were located to the east and north of Húsavík.
Jokulsargljufur is an amazing collection of high canyons of volcanic
rock. The gem of the park is the horse-shaped canyon of Asbyrgi. The origin of this gigantic canyon seems to
be from a massive onetime out flow from a glacier, perhaps as result of a
volcanic eruption underneath it. No
matter how this natural beauty was formed, it is an unbelievable specimen of
nature at the work of creation.
Dettifoss on the on the other hand is a nature work in
progress. This waterfall is over 44
meters in height and a massive quantity of water flows over the edge every
second. Even standing far away there is
an awe inspiring fear introduced into you that you could some way slip and fall
into this raging torrent. Yes – I am
usually pretty fearless about this but I kept my ground as there are no guard
rails, there are no life ring to toss into save some one. Basically you get too close and go over, the
Icelandic authorities might send some on out to try and find your body. But hell, they would not attempt a rescue
effort in the craziness of Dettifoss.
They are pretty smart about not doing stupid and crazy things.
After hiking all around Dettifoss and getting wet and cold
from the spray we decided it was time to head back to our comfy beds in
Husavik. But the time we reach Husavik
it was going on 8:00PM so we quickly decided on getting some dinner. There was a nice looking restaurant right
down on the harbor. We decided to go
there. Zack in keeping with his desire
to eat only American food got a cheeseburger.
(I didn’t have the heart to tell him it is either seal burger or horse
burger – LOL! Let me clarify – I am just joking!) I got a dish called Icelandic Meat soup. I am not sure what exactly was in it –
mutton, beef or something else, but it was very good.
After that we headed back to our hotel for some much needed
rest. And that wrapped up our 4th
day in Iceland.
Thanks and peace to all! ~ J.
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