The sea is behind you and in front of you, the steep slopes of the Ísafjarðarbær fjord are on either side, and literally perched on the water in the middle is Isafjordur, the "capital" of the most isolated region in Iceland. Here, the island's architectural heritage is evident in its many half-timbered houses. Come and see for yourself.
Between the fishing nets and boat docks, take some time to stroll along and watch the ships as they come and go. By chance, I met the crew of a sailing boat bound for Nuuk. To satisfy my curiosity, they told me their stories about Icelandic fishermen who like turning their holidays into polar expeditions! These wise old guys advised me to visit Turnhús, a maritime museum in the oldest house in the country. Here, it's one end of the world bound for another end of the world!
At the end of this amazing day, I climbed to the top of the slopes to enjoy the non-sleeping midnight sun. A young Icelandic man approached me there and we chatted away with ease. He eventually invited me to come back in April for "Aldrei tert ég Sudur", the craziest festival in the country!