The next day I continued to Skógar, home of a folk museum recommended by the Lonely Planet, and home to the namesake of the ship I'd recently left, the Skógafoss, a thundering 60m waterfall. The museum displays many artifacts from Icelandic country life, which for many people remained quite primitive until the 1950s or so. The curator, Thor, about 75 years old I'd guess, adopted me and showed me around, eventually taking me out to the restored sod-covered farmhouse and church. He actually got me to sing with him while he played the small organ, which was great fun, especially after he assured me I'd made his day.