Iceland 2.3: A flying puffin, the westfjord waterfall, and a bizarre tunnel

     We woke up at about ten in the morning and left camp around 10:45.  According to google, Puffins are most often seen between seven and ten in the morning.  We decided to go back to Latrabjarg anyway to try our luck.  My goal was to get a flying puffin, since the day before I missed all of them.  We walked farther up the cliffside this time, where more nonpuffins had their nests.  We saw a black bird carrying an egg in its mouth and some smaller white birds there.  Back towards the lower cliffs, there were a handful of puffins.  We pondered about whether these remaining puffins were the disabled and elderly, left behind for the day.  I had some luck and caught one flying down.  If he were disabled, he would probably just have fallen.

    

        After an hour on the cliffs, we left for the much talked about Dynjandi waterfall.  Our gps wanted us to double back where we came before heading north, so I decided to have us go first to a small town along the coast north of us called Vesturbyggð, and then cut northeast through the mountains for a more scenic route.  We stopped in town at the gas station with a restaurant.  They had two diesel pumps, unlike all of the other gas stations I had encountered thus far.  I grabbed the nearest one.  Unbeknownst to be, this was meant for trucks, which have a different sized gas tank opening, and when I tried to pump gas, it sprayed back onto me, soaking my hands.

    The restaurant was good except they forgot Stephanie's order of fries.  They took it off our bill.  One thing that was a bit unusual was that they offered coffee for free.

    We stopped on a dirt path to take pictures of an unnamed waterfall, saw an interest house, and had many incredible views on the way to Dynjandi Falls.

        At least an hour of the drive was again upon a gravel road through the mountains before arriving on a circular paved path in front of the Dynjandi Falls.  There were also very nice bathrooms, which made me happy.  There were at least five different falls, with one leading into the other, with a massive one on top.  Unfortunately, I messed up these pictures, so I only really have one semi presentable one, along with the view opposite the falls.  Here they are-

    Our final destination for the day was Isafjordur.  We ended up taking an extremely long tunnel through a mountain that did not show up on our gps.  The tunnel was incredibly unique.  It was one lane, with pullover areas for cars to pass one another.  Two thirds through the tunnel, there was a three way intersection with cars coming from a third direction.  I don't recall ever quite seeing that before.

    Finally, we were in sight of town.  It extended into the fjord along a narrow stretch of land.  Our camp was just outside of town, underneath a beautiful waterfall that I screwed up the picture of.  Here is the main town.