On the back sand beach I find all manner of different sized icebergs, some floating in the ocean, others stranded on the beach from the tide. The ocean has polished many to look like clear diamonds, while the larger icebergs stand like Odin’s sentries, guarding ancient treasure. It’s pure magic.

I just walk for hours. I spot seals out here easily in the clear water, others laying on the icebergs soaking up the warm sun. I hear the loud, thunderous crack as ice breaks and falls into the water. It’s an experience forever burned into my memory.

Eventually I pull myself away from here. I have a full day of driving still to do before reaching Vik, and I spent most of the morning here at the glacial lagoon. Worth every second though.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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