Day two is filled unfortunately with bad weather, the rain hits us hard and horizontally. We head to our first stop an old Viking long house in Eiríksstaðir. As we pull up we see the turf covered house built on the hillside our first look at the Viking history of Iceland. The strange thing is me and Sarah are more excited about the toilet block in the small car park than the Viking long house. After pondering while sat on adjoining loos whether there's anything worth seeing inside the house, as again we are being tight with our bread. We are nudged on by the rather humorous sign that read "no you can't just peak in the house and go. You would not expect to do this at the Lurve." We decide to pay and go in.
It turns out you get more than just a "peak" for your money. The house is fully kitted out as it would have been back then. It's dark and gloomy until the long fire is lit in the middle and the story telling begins. The light from the fire flickers around the room lighting up the furs and other treasures upon the walls. Our guide dressed in traditional attire tells us many tales. From the Vikings discovery of America before anyone else to the Icelandic banking crisis. He was a real funny character and actually the best thing about the whole experience. He of course mentioned our football team and the now famous Icelandic thunder clap. It was indeed very interesting to chat around the fire with him about many subjects. So now all our Icelandic knowledge is provided by a sheep farmer dressed as a Viking.
We left the Viking long house on the search for puffins. Unfortunately that's all it was a lot of searching and not much finding. It was difficult to motivate ourselves to leave the van when the weather was so bleak. One benefit to all of this rain was the many amazing waterfalls we passed. There are hundreds of them raging down the sides of the vast peaks that bank the small piece of tarmac that our little van is manoeuvring. As we drive on I'm starting to think of the spoof visit Scotland tourist board advert where the two guys are stood watching a fail blow their tent away. The drive is stopped all of a sudden by Sarah screaming "WHALE....SSSEAL....SOMETHING BIG....STOP!" Breaks screeching Sarah throws the door open and rolls out the door like some eighties cop show. Off she runs down this massive banking no coat in the direction of Moby Dick. I park the van bang on the hazards(sensible cop), grab the jackets and head off after her. Dripping wet through with a massive smile on her face Sarah found two maybe three sea lions playing around near the shore line of this fjord somewhere between Hólmavík and Drangsnes. The beach is black with vibrant red seaweed running down it in thick stripes. The waters dark and menacing and the rains driving yet here we are stood looking at the only thing that doesn't seem like it's from another planet. We stand and watch as long as we can in the cold and then head back to the car freezing and wet, but buzzing about what we have just seen. It's only once we are back in the car we realise just how wet we are, sodden is an appropriate word here. Onward to the next point in naked driving mode while Sarah try's to dry the clothes with the car heaters.
Now the funny thing is we were on our way to sea lion rock at Litlibær to spot them before Hawkeyes Cagny spotted our first sea lions and jumped out of the car. When we got there I parked the car to face the water and went to take a look at the box with a rock on top that was standing in the small lay by. Turns out some friendly fairies had left lots of goodies in there along with some binoculars to watch the sea lions. I snaffled the binoculars and some homemade blueberry jam, made with fresh berries from the Westfjords. Stuck 1000 krona in the honesty box and went back to the car. We sat for at least an hour there just watching them swim around. They were so close to the roadside if it wasn't for the rain we would not have needed the binoculars. It was slightly disappointing that we had missed out on the local cafes waffles by only ten minutes. However it's not like me to get moody about cake. We decided after here we would find a spot to park for the night as we had been driving all day and had covered around 290km. We picked a little place right next to a huge waterfall all alone, it seemed idyllic. However there seems to be this thing in Iceland that if someone sees another van or car parked up they all come flocking, assuming they are missing something big. So before long this idyllic spot feels more like a Maccy D's drive through. I'm exaggerating slightly as there is not even that many people here but you get what I mean. We moved instead to a spot on the beach. It's hard to find shelter in the wild in Iceland, the weather was so bad that night that we had to opt for blueberry jam, cheese and walnut sandwiches.