It wasn’t long before we were in Dalvik at the annual fish day festival, watching these guys doing their thing in the streets. Check out those costumes! The mountains are always there, embracing the town in a giant snowy hug, and even though it’s the wrong time of year for the Northern Lights in Iceland, we were lucky to see the sun.
Driving away from Dalvik towards the north east we found the grassy roofed houses I’d seen on the telly! And a tractor.
Then we foraged for wild mushrooms, which we Googled and discovered were all edible. Rejoice!
And the men are cute, and wear funny jumpers.