The Eastfjords felt gentler than the Westfjords, though in Iceland that’s a very relative type of gentle. The mountains are still higher than can be imagined, the water deeper and the weather changeable.

And when the sun shines, it becomes a different country with delightful towns and churches.

And wherever we went, rain or shine, we found good coffee.

At a price.

And eventually we found our favourite waterfall, not the largest nor the tallest, not even one named, but still beautiful nonetheless.

Glacial valleys with their U shaped valleys were bordered with almost impossibly high walls, with the ever present always beautiful waterfalls cascading down.

For all the dourness of the environment, the lack of trees or even grass on most of the hillsides (deep green moss mostly), it remained very beautiful.

And the the rain returns, with the fog and the damp, and the birds shake off the water and keep on with their busy lives.

We headed further south to the glaciers.

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