Our next stop was Hólmavík, where we visited Galdasafnið, the museum of sorcery, witchcraft, and other things that go bump in the night. Assuming that you were probably not interested in seeing photos of wax figures being buried alive or burned, or of pants made of human skin (in wax replica form, but still quite disturbing), I didn’t take any pictures inside the museum. There was interesting information, of course. It sounds like not all that many people were ever actually burned or otherwise executed for practicing witchcraft. In fact, it sounds like most were acquitted. Who’d have thought.
The town was a nice one. Not much going on there to photograph, but nice scenery nonetheless. Like so many other Icelandic towns, this one seems to be kept alive by the fishing industry. I don’t know if it’s a whaling town anymore or not, but here is a picture of a bench made from whale ribs. Should give you an idea how huge these whales are.
Here is the town’s coastline:
The local church:
That night we stayed in a town called Reykjanes. Here are the local ducks:
Here is the local sunset. If you look closely, you can see the remains of a sun-dog. We saw the sun-dog when it was there in full, but I didn’t have my camera with me, and by the time I managed to run back to the hotel and grab it, this was all that was left. It’s a cool formation. It’s like a rainbow that’s one strait vertical bar instead of an arch. But here you can at least see the last few colors before the whole thing faded away.
And more sunset.
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