A reward for intrepid travelers, Djupavik inhabits a lonely cove along the craggy spine of the Westfjords far north. Rooms are scattered across several buildings, all of which were once part of a thriving herring factory. Dated fixtures, antiques, and heaping portions of soup create a homey atmosphere that feels extra cozy after a long day of hiking the nearby hills. A rusting hull of the processing plant remains even today, casting a mesmerizing shadow over dormitory-style cottages. Art exhibits are often thrown up in the abandoned chambers throughout the summer.