

You shall see what only a few do see.
For that purpose we very often have to try new things, meet new
challenges.


It turned out to be not quite a walk in the park, twelve serious
kilometers had to be braved in a very short time, starting no later than at
five o’clock in the morning.



After a rather short leg we arrive in Siglufjördur, a small town with
great importance and a great history - the history of the herring.
For a long, long time the waters in the north of Iceland were the
richest in herring worldwide, causing the place to grow and prosper. And then
more. Work was abundant, experienced fishermen came from all over to make a
living.
But economy is a fickle friend, going up and down (sounds familiar?),
times weren’t always good, and sometimes so bad that the whole herring industry
came to a standstill and a total exodus set in. Today Siglufjördur is a cozy
little town with a reasonably-sized fishery.
But the real attraction is the herring museum. No, it’s not a museum
like many others, it is a live narration of the herring times. People are
re-enacting open air, they gut the herring, they sing and dance, and all that
with the backdrop of the original buildings that virtually bring the “good ole
times” alive. A great experience!