The rest of the day was bad and rainy, but there was a pleasant surprise - we stopped off in the middle of nowhere with a field full of beautiful Icelandic horses. There were no fences anywhere, but the horses were still domestic. We got to wander around the field and have close encounters with the stunning creatures.
Another note was that our tour guide was horrible and kept on making really bad jokes. We could not tell whether or not he was really joking. The first thing he said to us was, "Does anyone here speak Norwegian?"
Lots of people. I have no idea how each person could identify which sheep was theirs. Even with tags I would have no idea.