A car ferry bobbing around in the North Atlantic.
I thought it would be a fun change of pace. It was a change of pace and a nice hit of deja vu for sure. More later.
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Látrabjarg, the westernmost point in Iceland at the tip of the lowest finger of the Westfjords. Látrabjarg is a monumental area of bird cliffs. So many birds. I read there were 160,000 pairs of nesting razorbills alone.
My guesthouse in Patreksfjörður had a lovely breakfast room:
I took a lazy morning and then headed out for the 1 1/2 hour drive to see the birds in the cliffs at Látrabjarg.
Here’s the thing about seeing puffins. During the nesting months they fly out in the morning on the early side and come back late so if you don’t catch them then you’ll still find a few who have stayed behind but not the nice crowds you see in National Geographic.
Fun Fact! auroraexpeditions says you can call a group of puffins “by a range of names – a colony, a circus, a puffinry, a gathering, a burrow, or an improbability.”
It was SO windy out there I have no idea how those birds stayed attached to the cliffs. Amazing. And I did see a few more puffins too. But these guys were not as lively as the ones in Bakkagerði in East-Iceland when I stayed at Blábjörg Resort, maybe because they were too busy hanging on.
