
Not every swing is a hit.
Some are strikes.
Seydisfjordur, Iceland was a complete whiff…at least for me.
The length of the offered excursions should have been a clue; they were mostly between 4 hours and 7 hours long by bus.
If you have to drive that far away to find something worth seeing or doing, that might be an indication that where you are is not exactly a destination.
I opted for the self-guided tour of the town, and besides the natural beauty of the surroundings there was nothing to see. Nada. The highlight for me was when I sat down when I was about to collapse from sheer boredom and was approached by a local cat—I assume he was local, I hadn’t seen him on the ship—who let me pet him. Continue reading “Viking Travel Journal––Day 12”