One is not like the others
There are three ways to Djupavík. Take a boat through the rough seas north of Iceland, drive a car along the perilous dirt and gravel roads clinging to the edge of steep fjords or fly. Served only by a twice-weekly domestic flight from the Reykjavík domestic airport, Gjögur, the nearest airstrip to Djupavík, is nothing more than a rough strip of gravel amongst the empty and wild Westfjord landscape. These birds have no qualms about mingling with their steel and aluminum cousins. Humans are the outsiders here, and once you are left by your tiny plane at Gjögur, the tiny hotel at Djupavík is the last remaining refuge along this empty and barren coast.