It rains that creates time for packing, eating all the food I had with me, read, learn languages and edit photos.
During rain break I go for a short walk to catch some air. The ferry brings day tourists who march in a column towards the Arctic Circle.
Two people move in to the guesthouse and I move out. Sun is left on the island. On mainland valleys are full of blue porridge. Icelandic landscape is very weird.
I get the already familiar room in Dalvík and spend the evening by being perplexed. The weather forecast does not match my plans. In addition some social obligations have emerged. Everything is terribly complicated.