Close to Vik there’s a beach called Dyrolahey. Known for it’s thousands of penguins but as we arrive we only see other tourists taking pictures from the hill. But there is swell, some seals swimming, a lot of sea birds and a huge cliff downwind – but no penguins.
At least the wind is howling. I rig my 4.0 and walk for a kilometer along the river and finally reach the sea. I realize how massive the shorebreak is while launching into the cold and brown water. I ‘m actually pretty scared, I don’t feel safe at all and after an hour trying to survive out there I give up, climb the hill and run back to the car. Sophia explains how she overheard all the tourists saying in various languages that “this guy is crazy”, and she asks me how the sailing was and I have to admit that I just felt very stupid. And cold. On our way back to Reykjavik I try to forget about this weird session. Sophia drives, the heater is on and the sun‘s slowly going down in front of us. The lava fields we drive through look so peaceful under the fading light. I’m happy we’re picking-up Jules tonight and sure he’s going to love this place. Plus I like the idea of having some company on the water in the coming days. Later we put up our tent in the fisherman´s town of Grindavik, half an hour away from the airport.