Is Whale Watching in Reykjavik Really Worth It? My 3-Day Solo Trip Says Yes
Some places make you feel like you’ve left Earth. Reykjavik was one of them.
I landed with a carry-on, no itinerary, and my lightweight waterproof backpack slung over one shoulder. It was late May—the kind of chilly where the wind slices through layers, but the air still smells of salt and sky.
Day 1: Arrival, Hostel Check-In & First Sips
The Flybus was easy to navigate—small airport, clear signage. I bought a return ticket at the machine, hopped off at the main terminal, and walked five minutes to my hostel, Baron’s. Clean, minimalist interiors with surprisingly cozy vibes—possibly run by a Chinese team judging by the Mandarin posted in the kitchen. My dormmates barely spoke, just hissed at the cold. Welcome to Iceland.
Dinner was at Arabian Taste nearby—a heaping platter of lamb, fish, and chicken skewers set me back 2,900 ISK. Nothing fancy, but it hit the spot.
Day 2: Whale Watching & Windproof Lessons
I booked the Amelia Rose via GetYourGuide. There’s no guarantee of sightings, they say, but our boat was lucky—two minke whales, a pod of dolphins, and some seabirds gliding like kites over the Atlantic.
The third deck had the best view and worst windchill. I wore everything I owned, plus a borrowed blanket. My lightweight waterproof backpack came in handy for stuffing snacks, gloves, a power bank, and thermal leggings I didn’t expect to need in late spring.
Pro tip: Don’t drink too much coffee before boarding. The open sea and strong winds can turn even a sturdy stomach.
Later, I stopped by the Whales of Iceland Museum. Small but packed with models and soundscapes—it was more moving than I expected.
Day 3: Calm Corners & Hot Bowls
On my last day, I walked to the cathedral (check the tower opening hours—there’s a small fee and a huge view). There was someone playing quiet piano on the lower level. I sat on a wooden bench for half an hour without speaking.
Lunch was at Messinn, a seafood spot near the museum. I had the wolffish in creamy pepper sauce with lentils and tomatoes—comfort in a skillet. Pricey (4,700 ISK), but I didn’t regret a bite.
This trip reminded me: not everything has to be loud or packed to be memorable. Reykjavik didn’t give me drama. It gave me space.
And when you’re walking empty streets at 9pm, hands tucked deep in your pockets, grateful for a waterproof backpack and a quiet night, that might be the best kind of solo travel there is.
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