Further west, I arrived at the windswept
black sand beaches at Vik, flanked by
towering basalt cliffs and the craggy
sea stacks of Reynisdrangar. More lore
ensues.
Dyrhólaey promontory juts out over
an angry and blackened sea. As the
crow flies, a route straight south from
this point would not see land until
Antarctica.
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