Suppose you don't show up at the Old Harbor downtown comfortably before 12:30 Saturday. There you are, panting and running toward the pier, your carefully styled lid falling askew, the high heels we told you not to wear snapping like old wishbones as you sprint fruitlessly toward the slip only to see a distant dot of ship peacefully receding toward Viðey. You miss the wedding. Your soul vanishes and is replaced with a silent grey mist.
If this happens, there are hourly ferries from the newer, not-downtown harbor called Skarfabakki. They take only a few minutes to make the crossing.
But that won't happen. Get yourself to this office...
...on the whale-watching pier at the old harbor, and someone will point you at our boat.
Look for the balloons.
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