coming into Latrabjarg

Latrabjarg Hotel 1

 

R on her way to Latrabjarg



Latrabjarg

pastures on the way to Latrabjarg

getting closer to Latrabjarg


R among rocks on the road to Latrabjarg

Leaving Latrabjarg, aiming for Bildudalur and the Harbor Inn or Gistihúsið við Höfnina. 

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