On Day 7, we thought we’d give Dyrhólaey another try. If you’ll recall, we drove to the top of Dyrhólaey on Day 3 and couldn’t even get out of the car because the wind was blowing so hard. Day 7 was a much nicer day with much less wind and a morning that was absolutely free of rain, so it seemed like a good day for another attempt. After making an appointment to go horseback riding in the afternoon, we headed in the direction of Dyrhólaey. By the way, Dyrhólaey means “door hole island.” For obvious reasons. Except it’s not an island.
I decided first to stop at a parking lot below Dyrhólaey that seemed to be quite popular (i.e. crowded). I first noticed this breathtaking sight:
This large chunk of basalt sitting right on the beach is called Arnardrangur (“Eagle Rock”) because eagles used to nest here, although no one has seen any here since 1850. There were bunches of people clumped together taking photos toward the cliffs and I knew that could mean only one thing: PUFFINS!! And sure enough, there were puffins. Lots and lots of puffins.
Please note that the puffin in the last photo appears to be sitting on a puffling. Awwwww!!!
We spent an inordinate amount of time photographing puffins. They were quite plentiful and they are SO very adorable! We wandered around the area and got great views of the beach below Dyrhólaey, then went down to said beach and spent another inordinate amount of time there.
The photo above shows where a Dutch couple fell 40 meters down to the beach when the edge of the cliff gave way at the end of May this year. They both survived.
Oh, and there were more PUFFINS!!
With our horseback riding appointment rapidly approaching, we reluctantly tore ourselves away from the puffin place and off we went back to the farm. As soon as we started driving back to the farm, the rain started. Of course. We were, however, absolutely DETERMINED to ride Icelandic horses on this trip so we went ahead with our plans.
We met up with our super nice guide, Deborah, then headed to the horse place and got our trusty steeds and ourselves all ready. Mom was assigned to a very handsome blond horse whose Icelandic name meant “Sunshine.” I got a brown and white fella whose name in Icelandic meant “Chief.” Mom’s horse was a slow-poke and mine kept trying to go back to the barn.
Neither of us had been on a horse in quite some time (and then some), so even getting ON them was an adventure. Icelandic horses are, in general, smaller than other horses but boy did those stirrups look high off the ground!! We kindly requested a box to stand on to facilitate the process. Mom made me promise not to film the horse-mounting process, so, being the good, obedient daughter that I am, that part will have be left to your collective imagination.
With Deborah expertly leading the way, we headed of toward the nearby black sand beach for our rainy, windy ride. Keep in mind that any photos taken DURING the ride are not very high quality as I was too busy trying to hold on for dear life to worry much about composition, focus, exposure and such. Plus it was raining. And REALLY windy.
Upon reaching the beach, Deborah asked, “Do you want to try going a little faster?” We both responded with a resounding, “NOOOOOOOOO!” But I think we went faster anyway. Icelandic horses have an unusual gait called the “tolt” which looks really smooth and easy, but to me it just felt bouncy.
This was the view of Dyrhólaey from our turn-around spot:
Since Mom didn’t dare let go of the reins to take photos during the ride, this is just about the only photo of me to commemorate the experience
As you can see, taking a selfie with a horse is not an easy task
So that was the last day of our stay on a farm near Vik, and what an eventful and memorable day it was!