But the weather was too bad for some further hiking, so I decided to call it a day and drove back to Vik, where I checked in at the campground and spent the rest of the day hanging out in the van.
Tuesday morning was still overcast but at least it wasn´t raining anymore. I left the campground and decided to have a second look at Dyrholaey and go for a little walk along the cliffs. Halfway on the way up to the lighthouse I had another scary bird encounter.
The path was following the cliff edge and I was quietly walking it when two Arctic Terns approached me. These nondescript small birds had already shown me their hell-bent dedication to defend themselves against putative intruders in whatever they consider their territory on my first day on Iceland. In the meantime, I had read that their attacks are only faint attacks as they obviously usually do not go that far to actually hack their peckers into their victims.
But these two were particularly aggressive. They came from above with plenty of speed, making aggressive noises and passed my head within a palms distance, only to immediately make a U-turn and attack again from behind. In addition, they emitted cluster bombs of bird shit while passing me.