After leaving the Snaefellsnes Peninsula, we continued north to the fjords, where the population is about as sparse as it gets along the coast of Iceland. Roads were almost never paved, and the houses were miles apart.

We did, however, come upon this interesting spot. We stopped because of the goofy sign, but then saw the windsock and the painted rocks lining the gravel strip. Yes, it was the local airport.

We saw black sheep.

And sheep chilling on the beach.

This is the only intact traditional farmhouse we saw. Note the turf roof. I don’t think anyone was living there, but it may be used as a shelter during the annual sheep roundup in the fall.

There were also many, many horses scattered throughout the countryside. I’ve never seen such herds before, sometimes more than 50 at a time. They’re cute, shaggy little guys.

After all that nature and solitude, we were looking forward to revisiting Reykjavik for our final night. We arrived in the midst of their modest gay pride parade and had a great lunch at a little vegetarian cafe, then headed over to our guesthouse for a nap, followed by a soak in one of the city’s 16 geothermal pools.

We passed this portrait studio on the way. Gotta love the Icelandic notion of baby pictures.

Then we headed back out to get in one final good meal (food in Iceland generally sucks); we got lucky with a romantic little spot tucked away in an alley. Will had the lamb, but I wanted something that I couldn’t get back home, so what did I order?

Whale! I took a photo of my actual meal, but it looks pretty gross. I am happy to report that it was quite yummy, kind of like a buffalo steak.

We didn’t need to leave the city until early the next afternoon, so we checked out the local flea market in the morning, which was kind of lame, though I couldn’t resist buying a cute Icelandic ear-flap hat.

We poked around the harbor and enjoyed the colorful boats.

Will bonded with his brethren one last time.

Here’s the pond in the center of the old city as we passed by on our way to the bus station to leave town. I just realized that the birds look headless. I guess they all chose that exact moment to stick their heads behind their wings.

And that’s the end!