Our last race free day in Reykjavik started badly when we found out the Hop-Hop-Off bus tour had been canceled due to a strike.

“Would you like to see Puffins instead?” said our helpful tourist information lady.

“Is the Pope the titular head of a largely discredited worldwide religious cult with dubious employee vetting procedures regarding working with children credentials?”  said Pete.

If you say that quickly you sound like your talking Icelandic.

So it was that at 12.30pm we set sail across the millpond main lagoon on a 1 hour tour. (Not three.)

Our tour guide was of Spanish origin and wore a Puffin Headdress. (Think Carmen Miranda) Unfortunately we don’t have a photo of her.

You will have to put up with these.

Pete.

Our loft apartment. Close to the Harbour.

We have a harbour view when she opens her curtains.

The harbour view from the end of our street.

Red is for Reykjavic

Reykjavic

Rush hour Reykjavik main street

Old Harbour. New ship.

Old harbour

Because its perfect.

Cap’n Ilze in charge.

She holds it well

Puffins perched

A Plethora of Puffins?

A pose of Puffins

Puffin Preparing for flight

Why not put it in twice?

Perfect Puffin