Up early, ate breakfast and caught our tour bus for a tour of the Snaefellsnes Peninsula, to the northwest of Reykjavik. It was a really good tour. Our driver/guide was Pieter.





At another stop we walked through lava stacks to a black sand beach where there were 4 large stones that fishermen used to gauge their strength. When you could lift the largest one, you could get a job on a fishing trawler. Since neither Larry nor I were looking for a job, neither one of us tried a lift. Another beach had the remains of a British trawler, the Grimsby, that ran aground there in 1948. Many of the Arctic plants were very small and flat to the ground.




We got back to the hostel about 8 pm, went over to the supermarket to pick up a few breakfast things, and then had pizza and beer at the hostel. Later, in the shared kitchen, we got into a conversation with a 20-year-old trans man from the Netherlands and a middle-aged American woman who has lived in many places. It was quite interesting, and we didn’t get to bed until after midnight, again exhausted. But I lay awake for another couple of hours. Jet lag, I guess.