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It was scary. These birds are really good flyers and very persistent. The Tern launched multiple attacks, at a speed and agility that was really difficult to deal with. I had never believed that small sized birds would be able to bother me but now became more and more frightened and started to run to get away from my attacker. After about 50 meters the attacks stopped but the bird was still circling above this part of the harbour. Maybe it had its net somewhere here and was defending it. Or maybe it was another one of these strange things happening only on Iceland, a country that officially has acknowledged the existence of magic beings.
I walked on carefully from now and made it safe to the small harbour. For a moment the sun appeared underneath the clouds – it was already 10 pm – and added some warm light to the mystique scenery. This harbour was for small fishing boats only and I wanted to have a look at the more bigger boats that I had seen on the north side of the fjord, so I walked back and over to the more modern part of the harbour.
On the way I kept an eye on the birds and somewhat hoped to spot the Nordic goddess again but she had disappeared. I was still suffering a bit from the heavy freezing of my bicycle adventure and when I reached the other harbour I felt a very urgent need to empty my bladder. I found a hidden corner in the deserted area and was just done when I heard somebody calling. I couldn´t see anybody – dusk had finally started - but walked into the direction where the voice came from.
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