After lunch we headed down to a black sand beach.
There is a shallow cave that the waves have hollowed out in the basalt of the hill.
The basalt columns almost seem man made.
Turns out they are great for posing on.
After the photographic opportunities had been exhausted, we got on the bus and headed for another waterfall named Seljalandsfuss.
It was possible to walk behind the waterfall but it would mean that you would get wet from the windblown spray. The temperature was in the forties and, unlike the well prepared Madame Le Chef, the bureau chief did not have a down jacket. I elected to remain dry and Madame joined me in that. We watched our hardy comrades emerge at a distance..
It was interesting that the powerful waterfall ended in a modest sized stream.
Like many bodies of water and fountains in shopping malls, tourists had thrown coins in its crytal clear water.
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