{"id":12294,"date":"2017-08-28T17:25:14","date_gmt":"2017-08-28T21:25:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=12294"},"modified":"2017-11-27T18:58:39","modified_gmt":"2017-11-27T23:58:39","slug":"djupivogur-iceland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=12294","title":{"rendered":"Djupivogur, Iceland"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Monday &#8211; August 28, 2017<\/p>\n<p>Somehow I slept through the foghorn sounding loudly during most of the early morning hours. \u00a0When I finally heard it, I rested with my eyes closed and listened to the somber sound. The ship had stopped rolling back and forth and I imagined the Rotterdam anchored somewhere, enveloped by fog.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4037.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4037.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4037\" width=\"400\" height=\"267\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We had traveled from the Hebrides islands in northern Scotland to the southeastern shore of Iceland. \u00a0I looked out to see the tiny town of Djupivogur, Iceland covered in mist and fog. \u00a0It was 48 degrees and raining.<\/p>\n<p>We had a leisurely breakfast then slowly made our way to the tender gangway. \u00a0Thick fog hung over the high hills in the distance but it wasn\u2019t raining and the sky over Djupivogur looked like it was brightening.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4066.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4066.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4066\" width=\"400\" height=\"267\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Djupivogur in the rain:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4039.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4039.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4039\" width=\"400\" height=\"254\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The tender transports began by 7:30 but I thought there was no need to rush out into the rain. \u00a0We rode the tender to the dock in the middle of the town. \u00a0I knew there were tall mountains surrounding Djupivogur but we couldn\u2019t see them in the mist.<\/p>\n<p>The main port was filled with fishing boats of all sizes. \u00a0The white building on the left was the fish processing plant.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"IMG_2089.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/IMG_2089.jpg\" alt=\"IMG 2089\" width=\"400\" height=\"288\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Djupivoggur was a charming village with a long history of fishing and trading since the 16th century. \u00a0The main street:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4053.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4053.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4053\" width=\"400\" height=\"251\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The information center with cafe and small restaurant:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"IMG_2083.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/IMG_2083.jpg\" alt=\"IMG 2083\" width=\"400\" height=\"292\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When we landed on shore, visibility all around us seemed to be improving. \u00a0It was still a hazy gray day, but not too bad. \u00a0There were several fishing boats in the harbor and the fish processing plant was working noisily.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"IMG_2077.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/IMG_2077.jpg\" alt=\"IMG 2077\" width=\"400\" height=\"283\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The rain held off so we walked down the street to see what was there. \u00a0The population of Djupivogur was about 400 people.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4062.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4062.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4062\" width=\"400\" height=\"250\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4073.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4073.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4073\" width=\"400\" height=\"251\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We followed the sign to see the outdoor sculpture called \u201cEggin i Gleoivik\u201d (The Eggs of Merry Bay) by the world famous Icelandic artist, Siguour Guomundsson. \u00a0These are 34 large-scale egg replicas which represent 34 native bird species.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4068.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4068.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4068\" width=\"400\" height=\"257\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4090.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4090.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4090\" width=\"400\" height=\"252\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4093.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4093.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4093\" width=\"400\" height=\"249\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Along the road there was a quirky sculpture garden and museum called Bones, Sticks, &amp; Stones:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4080.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4080.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4080\" width=\"400\" height=\"240\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Djupivogur has been granted international \u201cCittaslow\u201d (Slow Town) status. \u00a0The town likes to show visitors Iceland in slow motion. \u00a0A \u2018slow city\u2019 is an attempt for people to reconnect with their environment, nature, food, and unique crafts against a globalized world. \u00a0Commercial signs are banned but local craftsmen are allowed to display signs.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4109.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4109.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4109\" width=\"400\" height=\"266\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We walked across to the lovely Hotel Framtid on the other side of the harbor. \u00a0The knotty-pine interior was warm and cozy. \u00a0We took advantage of their free wifi and rested on comfortable chairs. \u00a0The children from the local school were eating lunch in one of the hotel\u2019s dining rooms.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4115.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4115.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4115\" width=\"400\" height=\"240\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Looking across the harbor:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4116.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4116.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4116\" width=\"400\" height=\"257\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>There were beautiful panoramic scenes everywhere. \u00a0I imagine on a sunny day the surrounding mountains must be fantastic, unfortunately they were hiding behind heavy dense clouds.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"DSC_4111.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/DSC_4111.jpg\" alt=\"DSC 4111\" width=\"400\" height=\"259\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We rode the tender back to the ship, relieved that the rain held off giving us a chance to explore beautiful Djupivogur. \u00a0The ship sailed away and went northward along the Icelandic coast.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"IMG_2097.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/IMG_2097.jpg\" alt=\"IMG 2097\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re going to travel 183 nautical miles to the city of Akureyri on the northern coast of Iceland. \u00a0Wow! \u00a0What an adventure!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Monday &#8211; August 28, 2017 Somehow I slept through the foghorn sounding loudly during most of the early morning hours. \u00a0When I finally heard it, I rested with my eyes closed and listened to the somber sound. The ship had stopped rolling back and forth and I imagined the Rotterdam anchored somewhere, enveloped by fog. 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