The stunning caves of Hálsanefshellir

June 16 was the day that we left the little house on the prairie on the Snaefellsness Peninsula and we drove and drove and drove till we got down to Pingvellir where we had lunch at a gas station and then drove and drove and drove down to Vik, on the south coast. Oh my god, Vik; you should see the beach at Vik. They have such a thing as sneaker waves and while we didn't see any, we watched for them really closely so they didn’t get us.  Sneaker waves are waves that come sneaking in and they're bigger than the other waves and they knock you down and then they take you out to sea and there you are and you're gone and you don't see them coming.  But that’s not the real claim of the beach at Vik; the real claim of the Vik area is the three caves that are stunning. They are each unique;  there's no way to describe them as far as I'm concerned so you have to go to Iceland to find out about for yourself. Then if it isn't foggy you can see the phallic symbols arising from the ocean, but it was foggy so we couldn't. The cliffs there are called sea stacks and they are like hexagonal stone columns that have formed from volcanic activity.  

It was too late to drive back to Reykjavik so we stayed in Vik at the Hotel Vik in Myrdal which looked great on the Capital One site where I booked it, but it was a case of we didn’t get the “brochure room.” The room on the left is the actual one, the room with the big windows is the one on the website😋 .