Whale watching in (far-fetched) rhymes
The day started like any other.
The weather wasn’t great, but there was sunshine on the faces of our passengers.
The wind from the north east was a little strong,
And so was the blow of the first whale we saw after sailing North-West for… not too long
Was it a fin or a blue whale?
This we may never know. Its fin was rather sticky and its skin very pale.
The beautiful stranger then swam afar,
Leaving us with fluke-lifting humpbacks, which in this bay is not bizarre.
In the afternoon, the humpbacks were still there.
As busy-feeding as they were, we could watch them, they really did not care.
We observed one of these creatures,
and could easily see its mouth, its fluke, its blow holes and enormous white flippers.
On the way back to the harbour,
the chocolate was warm, and as always, went well together with an Icelandic snúður.
Gosh it was a good and exciting day,
Come and join, share the next one with us, in our magnificient Skjálfandi Bay.
Frédéric, Guide (and one day ONLY poet, i promise…)
