A da y in Hesteyri Visiting the village at the edge of the world.
– is only accessible by boat. Since there’s no harbour, we’re carefully lowered one at a time from the larger “I was conceived in this boat”, our passenger boat into the smaller vesyoung guide Villi cheerfully informs sel which ferries us a short distance us in a strong, endearing Icelandic to the floating dock by the shore. accent as he nods towards the Scorpion dinghy we’re about to board. It takes just over an hour to sail from Hesteyri, an abandoned village on the Isafjordur to our destination – a remote Hornstrandir peninsula – the trip that had already provided quite northernmost part of the Westfjords an adventure. Our motor-powered TEXT: Lisa Gail Shannen
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passenger boat, with enough room to accommodate around 30 people, had zoomed across the waves roosting spray, while ambitious puffins took turns racing alongside us. Whale watching wasn’t on the itinerary but when a pod of large humpbacks was spotted breaching in the distance, we made a little detour to get a better look. We also caught sight of a few dolphins which seemed to be enjoying
