Now, back to our story. . .
The bus took us toward the ocean, and then climbed up a steep hill to the top. We had dramatic views of the Atlantic to the south, cliffs to our immediate north, and views stretching east and west of black sand beaches, ocean bluffs, and small rocky islands. The black beaches run for approximately 300 kilometers, consisting of the smoothest sand.
We walked around the lighthouse, where some Asian tourists had clambered over the modest safety chain and were posing for pictures at the edge of the cliff. Giorgio admonished them to get back, and it was both good advice and nice that, for a change, we weren't the ones he was scolding. (Editor's Note: Wow, could you write that sentence with any more commas? Blogger: Thanks for admonishing me!).
Then we hiked across and down the hill, which was steep in one modest portion. Giorgio had made it sound like the equivalent of going down the cliffs at Pointe du Hoc, but it was easy. I suppose he's just doing the guide trick, where you make things sound harder than they actually are, so when it is time to do it is actually pretty easy.
At the bottom, we headed out to a point of land with views up and down the coast. All in all, a very pretty setting.
Just part of the huge black sand beach.
The famed Dyrholaey lighthouse.
The famed Dyrholaey arch.
Making our way down from the top.
Eider duck.
Yes, it is another arch, our blogger noted archly.
We then stopped for lunch at Icewear in Vik, a sort of cross between an Icelandic REI and Bass Pro Shop, as it also had a cafeteria, a bakery, and a grocery store. It may be shocking news that I didn't shop, but it gave off the kind of "price vibe" that would make REI seem affordable.
After lunch, we walked out to the black sand beach, then out on the rocky pier, admiring the cliffs over the water and back behind us.
The rest of the group on the black sand beach.
Vik scene -- church and cliffs.
Lupens were everywhere between
the store and the black sand beach.
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