Waiting for the bus back to Keflavik. Not enough scenery to make it worth another eight miles hiking.

Walruses are big devils. This one wouldn't stop staring at me. Maybe it was because he was taxidermied. It's that a word? Siri doesn't think so.

The natural history was OK, I think. All the explanations were in either Icelandic or French. The entire museum appeared to be dedicated to a single French explorer who trekked around Antarctica. His name was Jean-Baptiste Charcot. I was confused what this had to do with Iceland, but it appears his ship was wrecked off the coast of Iceland some time later. I mostly got the drift with what little French I know.

I've arrived in Sandergi, a small fishing town on the peninsula west of Keflavik. It's much warmer here than other parts of Iceland. There were no explanations about this sculpture, so I'll leave it to your imagination.