It was after a short night (2 hours) that I left to the north. Thousands of thoughts cross my mind during the 7 hours of travel. It is 3:40 pm when I drive along the immense fjords of the route 61 between Holmavik and Isafjordur . I touch the goal.
I arrive at 16:00 at Edda Hotel , I am in a state of fatigue rarely lived. However, I will have trouble sleeping, still driven by the adrenaline of the previous night and the stress of leaving all contact with the world in a few hours. Have not I forgotten anything? I have the impression of being on the eve of a departure on the moon and I struggle to find sleep. I only sleep 4 hours.
Wake up at 6:00 am, check one last time my stuff before joining the port of Isafjordur . I park with caution because my car will stay alone for several days. I join some passengers who are already there, bag screwed on the back. Soon a great fellow of West Tours , bandana on the pirate-like head, invites us to embark on edge of BLIKI 2609
The small boat is covered by a roof but there are some places outside on the back deck and I sit on the bench, too happy to breathe clean air and capture images during the crossing. We can see from here Le Boréal , one of the luxurious liner of the PONANT cruises specialized in polar expeditions.
There are twenty seats inside the boat. Our friend from West Tours explains the trip and offers anti-mal-de-mer sweets ( a placebo I’m afraid). I will quickly understand why…
The first minutes are pure happiness. The weather is cloudy but it does not rain. I sit, a box around my neck the other on my lap. The 70-200 allows me to capture details, the 17-40 the extent of the landscape that is offered to my eyes.
A pyramid mountain as there are so many in Iceland or Faroe Islands . We cross some quiet birds, the sea is oil.
Barely gone the reliefs are already impressive. That’s also what I’m looking for in Hornstrandir : mountains and cliffs.
I capture this image of a zebra sky at wide angle but I gradually lose my means. The hollows are formed, the hull of the boat hits the wall of the waves more and more strongly. The coffee with the milk that I drank 3 hours ago makes me a thousand reproaches.
I am paralyzed on my seat, unable to say a word, I concentrate with all my strength not to let go of my devices but the boat moves in all directions, packs of sea pass over the roof and come to flood us. But what idea did I have to settle behind!
Fortunately, after 2:10 of calvary (long!), The engine of the boat slowed its regime, we pass close to this rocky column.
We finally enter the fjord I was hoping for: Hornvik . The landscape is unreal, very wild.
Rock walls with strange shapes, fine waterfalls …
… cliffs and cries of birds welcome us.
A puffin flies over the bay. They are rather rare here, we must take advantage.