Getting out of Iceland-

...otherwise titled "You thought I was done talking about Iceland"

Yesterday as I was getting ready to leave my guesthouse for the ferry I saw a guy with his bicycle loaded up so I decided to ask him what was up. I had seen a lot of cyclists when we were driving around and it seemed freakin' insane to me. We're talking serious weather changes, wind, zero visibility fog and steep inclines so I needed to know someone that had braved that. I asked him and he told me he was from Germany and had cycled around the south and east of Iceland some 1200km through all the weather conditions mentioned above and 8 degree Celsius weather for the last three weeks. He did say it was a beautiful way to see the country but he was really done. He was going home to Germany to try to catch some summer before it was over.

So I made it to my ferry, dropped my pack in my 4 berth shared cabin and went outside to watch Iceland fall away from me. That is, I tried to watch Iceland wistfully until some European dude decided to stand in front of my chair so I got a full view of his foreign butt. "Excuse me" I finally said very tactfully in my best American accent and he moved out. Maybe I used my British accent- whatever- I was back to my view.

Just as we get out of the bay the old Norrona starts her tipsy dance. That baby pitched and rolled like a drunk girl on Saturday night. People were walking the halls doing the zig zag and laughing (unless they were holding the freebie barf box and those people weren't laughing). Because the ferry would arrive at 4:30am I decided to get a little rest. Took a nap and then went in search of dinner. I ended up at the upscale dinner buffet which cost around $39 USD. There was the unextraordinary buffet offerings but then there was the cheese and bread selections followed by dessert. Hello Denmark!

I sat next to a window eating until I couldn't stuff another camembert or pepper crusted soft cheese down my throat looking out at a gray sea with nothing but white caps for miles. Oh yeah- it was still rolling around to the tune of the single stabilizer trying to kick in periodically. It actually was quite soothing when I went back to take my second nap.

Next up....arrival in Torshavn!