I arrived in the middle of the night almost, getting to the ship after midnight and not seeing much of the scenery on the 45 minute ride from the airport. There was much to do, people to meet, meetings to attend, interviews to conduct, but as soon as I got the chance, I took a walk around the port to take some photos.
The Reykjavik harbor has a beautiful view of the Iceland mountains, although they are more like the foothills here in South Carolina. Volcanic in origin, they appear a lovely lavender color from the deck of the ship. You get a little glimpse of them in the photo below. I’ll post better views later.
The city is a mix of historic and modern, tall office buildings and tourist traps, construction cranes towering over city streets everywhere you look. Walking down a street near the port – which is right in the middle of capital city of Reykjavik – I was very much reminded of old Charleston, the older sections of the city nearest the ocean.
I took a shot of the Logos II while technically trespassing on Coast Guard territory (to avoid having fence lines in the picture). The gate was standing open and there was no-one nearby to ask permission, so I strolled inside far enough to get this view, then strolled back out again.
One afternoon several crewmembers and I walked into the downtown area and window shopped. Prices are about fifty percent higher than here in Florence, especially considering the 24 percent sales tax! If you have your passport, you can drop into a convenient duty rebate office and get a refund. Here’s one of the intersections.
One of the local people told us that Iceland used to have a law that you would not travel more than 25 km. without finding a church. There are many churches on the island, and the most famous is right in the center of the city. It looks to me like a pyramid that someone grabbed from the top and stretched up. I did not enough energy left to make it up the hill to look inside.