Whale Watching in Husavik

We grab some breakfast at the awesome buffet that is set out  and why can’t a breakfast at an American

hotel ever have half the stuff that European hotels have at theirs?  I will give up the waffle iron for the deli meats and cheeses that are always available at these things.  And skyr….holy crap.  I had been warned, but it’s yogurt.  How great can it be?  Have you ever been offered yogurt for a gourmet

dessert and been like “YES, Please”?  No, I have never begged for some Yoplait like it’s freaking chocolate mousse, but that’s what skyr is.  But we drag ourselves away from the breakfast to head to Husavik (another great fishing village in a fjord) and our whale watching tour.  That reminds me,

I don’t think that I’ve pointed out yet that I couldn’t handle planning this trip.  I’m usually up for it, but the names, the places, the idea of what needed to be planned where and how long the driving between places would take was more than I could handle.  We went through Hey Iceland and they planned everything for us.  I told them what we wanted to do, my planner

booked every place we stayed, every tour with tickets attached, the car and the entire itinerary with places to see and info about them is loaded and ready to go.  Love it. We get to Husavik and find our boat, get checked in and head out to the boat.  We get to put on thick, waterproof one piece suits over our clothing.  Oscar looks like a little sea captain in his and I just hope that we see anything resembling a whale on this trip.  He is practically bouncing

with excitement.  He’s excited about the birds that we see because of the bird museum, we see a harbor seal go past with his head bobbing, but it’s not long until Oscar is saying, “where are the whales”.  I try to explain that we have to get out of the bay, they’re out in the Artic and then we see the other boats gathered because there is a humpback giving a show.  We get to see some of its displays, but when there are 75 people on a boat all trying to get

to the same place to look at one spot in the ocean….it sucks.  I just gave up on getting any pics and made sure my son didn’t fall overboard.  And I’ve noticed that selfie sticks and annoying things like that have been replaced with the extra long lens importance.  My Lord, you’d think these

people were shooting for National Geographic or something and they act like they have the cachet to one up you and get in front of you because of that lens.  You don’t dare disturb the photographer at work…but Oscar is stoked.  He got to see a fin flapping and the tail as the whale dove back down and he’s in heaven.  Our boat leaves this sure thing for the hope that they can

       catch a whale by the rocks that we don’t have to share with other boats and we luck out again.  Another humpback and we actually get some footage of it cresting, blowing and then the fluke as it dives down.  The whole trip is being narrated and we’re learning more than we thought that we’d ever need to know about whales, so it’s a success.