leaving civilization

A lot to do in the morning.
Mail a magazin to Husavík. Take the backpack to the boat. Get the emergency beacon. Buy a return ticket. Go to let my hair cut. Less to carry. Hairdresser, an older man, looks a bit surprised at first. He sits at the keyboards with headphones. Later we chat about Iceland's economy. I also have to get rid of the handful of coins that I've managed to collect.
We leave around six in the afternoon. Until then everyone is free to come and go or read a book in the boat.
The crew consists of two people, the captain and Teresa who now lives in Thingeyri, having moved over there from Southern England. Loves to be in Greenland. Originally a graphic designer who persuaded Siggi that he needs a kayak guide and a coffee maker. And five passengers: Robert, Leonard, me, one more woman and Disa who is Siggi's sister and a schoolteacher from Akureyri. So we get two beds each. The "one more woman" never materializes so I have my own room in the end. The whole enterprise doesn't look economically very feasible.
Arktika is more luxurious than Aurora. There are shower and tv on board, a steering room for the captain to stay dry and a sink next to the bed. I get my book for the trip, Salka Valka from Laxness.
Against all odds the sun is shining and we leave Ísafjörður like the last time. Sitting on deck and taking pictures of mountains that line the way.
Weather forecast says that we should start from the furthest point, Hornvík. For me it is not such a great news because I'll start walking there. Three days less on the boat and three extra days with no food. In addition Siggi messes up my plans when I ask about Lónafjörður. He uses the magic words 'special place' and 'difficult to get to'. That of course means that I absolutely have to go there. Change of plan. The negative about the new plan is that the first day when my bag is heaviest will be very long and challenging, with a little swimming part. According to the old plan the first day was very short.
We swing with merry music over floating-blue waves towards our destination. A reading circle gathers in the steering room where there's a view to all directions. Wish it would last forever but it only lasts about six hours. Long past midnight we arrive in Hornvík, together with fog. Very weird to be here again. I can see places where I've walked.
a day for doing nothing
climbing in Hornvík

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