second day on the sea

I wake up in the night to silence of the engine and the feeling of being pressed against the wall.
Well, guess we are sailing. Nice.
Water without end in all directions. Deeper than I can imagine. Inhabited by various creatures like a blue whale who comes to show us his back. In the afternoon four bottlenoses line up. Fulmars almost touch the waves when flying.
Rolf gives a presentation about the island and its history and geology. Interesting. Seems that we don't have to walk there all together all the time.
Literature discussions. Icelanders like to read. I finish the book only to find out that it's a sequel. But now I have to read a ghost story which takes place in Hornstrandir. Not that ghost stories would be my favourites... Take it as language practise.
first day on the sea

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