To top off my day of cultural excitement, I went on the mountain railway to Snaefull.
Of course, when they say 'mountain' here, they actually mean 'small mound' - I imagine that the figure '2000 feet' will have any readers living in countries with proper geography snorting with derision.
Trams that proudly proclaimed their 100 years rattled up the mountainside and dumped the passengers in one of the most god-forsaken places I've ever been. A cafe huddled on the hill and everything else was coated in a thick mist.
I got back in the tram and went home.
