I went to bed in daylight last night. It was after 11 p.m. and at 3:30 a.m. I awoke to daylight again. I managed to sleep a bit more, and that was a good thing because of the energy it took to do what I did today.
I walked to the medical center to see if I could purchase those little pills that keep heartburn away. I walked in and noticed the Icelandic unspoken rule was in force; you must take your shoes off, as is appropriate in everyone’s home, as well.
The pharmacy part of the operation wasn’t opened. Heat burn will have to wait, aut I have enough for five more days. Anything to do with ant-acid medicine is not available over the counter; this means not even Tums or anything similar. It’s considered medicine.
I began a walk towards the end of the Thistle Fjord which, if you reach the end, it would be about twenty or so miles, but along the way, there is a farm, old church, museum, cemetery and sheep with baby lambs grazing, estimated about five miles from the hotel.
The refreshing breeze nurtured my soul with smells of the ocean; sea weed and fish, and also a hint of rain. It was quiet except for my foot steps on the gravel and the sounds of birds flying and cheerfully signaling each other.
I am always aware of the birds for the reminder that Iceland is bird watchers bliss.
Cars passed by until I got beyond the airstrip that is about one mile from the hotel, and the museum and church with the sheep was within eye site, but it seemed to keep moving further away, and cars grew scarce. I hoped that someone would stop and ask if I would like a ride, but I could have turned around., as well.
A truck did stop and the driver asked me something, which I’m sure was, ‘would you like a ride.’ And I told him that the museum and church up there is my destination and could he take me there.
“Yes, I will. Come and get in.”
The seat was so high, and I could not hoist myself up easily, so he told me something that I thought he said, “see the hummingbird?” I stopped, turned around and was about to ask him if there were hummingbirds in Iceland. I sure didn’t know that.
He then pointed to the handle and said, again, ‘see the hummingbird?”
“Oh, no, I thought you said, ‘see the hummingbird?’”
“No I said use the handle.”
That got a laugh out of both of us.
He dropped me off at the church and museum, and said he’d be back the same way in about ten minutes. I told him to look for me walking down the road. If he didn’t see me just keep on going and I’d walk back.
I took photos of the sheep and the babies, and the church – which looks as if it is still being used as a church-all pews are still inside. I peered into the window.
The museum building was freshly painted but didn’t see any signs of museum life around it. The windows were too high to look into. A cemetery is located down a bluff, and from the bluff, you can see an old American plane that crashed there during WWII.
The sheep were cautious around me so I respected their space, plus I didn’t want to over excite them and make it difficult for the sheep handlers. However, a mother and her baby walked out of the area while I was there. I quickly and quietly, walked out of the gate. I have a photo of them eyeing me.