A conversation about having horses as pets reminded me of the magnificent beasts I saw in Iceland where it is also commonplace. It occurred to me that I never posted pictures of the actual trip, and so here is an abridged recollection of the adventure and pictures.
A few years ago (August 2015) along with some close friends, I headed to Iceland. We rented a 4×4 for a week and mapped ourselves 2000 kilometres of travel, over a terrain ranging from comfortable roads, to hazardous mountain slopes and to paths barely resembling civilisation’s footprint, while I was the sole driver.
We started driving in the northwesterly direction with the hope of circling back from Snæfellsjökull National Park in a day. We passed via Arnarstapi making a stopover at the little harbour town.
Landscapes reflecting perfectly in lakes around was a surreal sight.
So was the golden sun in the backdrop against cotton buds ready for plucking.
The next day marked the beginning our longest leg of the 3 days journey to cover the most ground. We stopped occasionally to marvel at the majestic horses and the magnificent mountain backdrops.
The sight of Eyjafjallajökull was undoubtedly goosebump evoking.
As the roads twisted and turned, we suddenly found ourselves on a different planet which was covered in black sand fields announcing our approach towards Jökulsárlón.
The slow drifts of icebergs in Jökulsárlón’s glacial ice fields were a soothing sight.
As dusk rapidly fell, we scrambled to find accommodation for the night while hunting for the cellular network to make reservations, battling hunger and grumpiness.
On our way back, we spent leisurely amount of time at the gigantic Skógafoss and few other waterfalls of less notable sizes
Occasionally we hit patches of sun which lit up the landscape in contrasting shades of green, brown, black and blue.
The last day of the trip was spent recovering in Reykjavik. We headed to the coast to enjoy the last glimpses as the sun set.