Sauðárkrókur. I don't know why these racks weren't over-run by a million cats. Maybe they were all full.
And it's colorful and sunny in Siglufjörður.
I'm in the public library in Akureyri, waiting for the cafe to open for lunch. I've said a fond farewell to my little Suzuki Swift which took me 2000 kilometers along countless fjords, crunched down gravel roads and weathered massive potholes better than I thought it would. I'll be on buses and ferries for the next few days visiting Hrísey, Grímsey, Mývatn, and the Jökulsárgljúfur National Park (if things go according to plan).