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After competing the Laugavegur trek, we caught a bus back from Þórsmörk to Reykjavík and spent an enjoyable day in the world’s most northerly capital city. We set up camp at the campground conveniently located just 2 kilometers from the city center and marveled at how busy it had become since our first experience there back in mid-June. An array of brightly-colored tents covered the campground’s three fields, making it feel like Reykjavík’s version of Occupy Iceland.
A steady stream of campers was constantly making use of the amenities (kitchen, hot showers, wifi, etc.), and there seemed to be a group of random travelers who chose to spend their time just hanging out in the common outdoor areas. We actually ran into several people that we had met at various times during our six weeks in Iceland—one even from as far back as our ferry to Flatey Island on day four of our trip—and figured that it was time for us to hit the road again.
Before leaving, we spent our last night devouring some much-missed ethnic food, strolling around the pleasant downtown area, visiting some of the interesting outdoor sculptures and enjoying a pint or two of Iceland’s best microbrews at the aptly named Micro Bar. We both agreed that Reykjavík is a fun city to hang out in, especially after spending so much time in tiny villages.
The 4-day Laugavegur Trek from Landmannalaugur to Þórsmörk is often listed among the world’s classic treks, so naturally it was on our must-do list for Iceland. (more…)
Glacier-Hopping in the South East
By now, we have been driving around Iceland for almost four weeks. Our final stretch back to Reykjavík took us along Route 1 or the Ring Road. If we’ve not mentioned before, this “highway” is never more than one lane in each direction, always passes through towns rather than bypassing them, collapses to a single lane when crossing bridges and frequently reverts to a gravel road in more remote sections.
The 130 km stretch between Höfn and Skaftafell might just be the most stunning stretch of highway in Iceland or perhaps anywhere for that matter. The Ring Road here skirts the southern edge of Vatnajökull National Park, home to Europe’s largest ice cap and mother to countless glaciers that flow down toward the ocean in massive rivers of ice that sculpt the mountains they plow through. At least a dozen glaciers are visible from the road at a relatively close distance.
We spent a few days exploring the glaciers and searching the lagoons left behind where they are receding in hopes of finding the perfect icebergs to photograph. We had seen amazing photos and had been told of several small lagoons that might yield a gem. We chased up and down bumpy gravel roads, pushing the limits of our 2WD Toyota and ate our fair share of dust, but in the end we came up short.
Although we explored 5 different glacial tongues and marveled at their enormous size, none produced the kind of subject we were looking for. The problem, in part, was the weather; we had bright, sunny days with blue skies and few clouds. As it turns out, icebergs show better in overcast conditions and best after a recent rain. As icebergs melt, the surface crystallizes, turning to dull white and grey. This all washes clean after a rain revealing clear, blue ice, and this is what we were truly hoping to find.
The centerpiece of southern Vatnajökull is Jökulsárlón, a 17-square-kilometer lagoon that harbors giant icebergs calving off the Breidamerkurjökull glacier before they flow out into the North Atlantic.
Words cannot adequately describe the scene, but photographs go a long way; the lagoon has been used as a film set for such films as Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, Batman Begins and two James Bond films. Commercials and magazine spreads often use it as a backdrop. In fact, we saw a swimsuit model shoot in progress—ironic given that the water these poor girls were standing next to was near freezing!
The first day we saw Jökulsárlón, it was too bright and sunny to produce great photographs, so we diverted to other activities in the area. But when we came back two days later, conditions were much improved. An almost smooth, grey blanket of high clouds masked the sun showcasing the intense blues of the ice.
There are several ways to experience the lagoon: from shore, in a plane overhead, on a crowded amphibious boat or in a smaller zodiac.
By chance, we had met a zodiac skipper in Höfn a few nights earlier. Runi shared some of his own amazing photos taken from his boat and strongly suggested that it would be worth the extra krona to experience the icebergs from a zodiac. So when we returned, we sought out Runi, and, after suiting up, we were lucky enough to take a ride on his boat.
As it turned out, this was his last tour of the afternoon, and we ended up on a “private” tour for two with our fellow photographer-friend. The next hour was one of the most exhilarating photography/nature encounters we’ve ever experienced.
Runi whizzed us around the lagoon, circumnavigating hulking icebergs and nosing up to smaller ones. He showed us ice caves, waterfalls and strange ice sculptures to capture on camera.
Next he took us up within safe distance of the face of the glacier. Only then could we grasp the sheer size of it. The lagoon is 7 km long, and the face of the glacier rises over 200 meters. When you consider that icebergs reveal only 10% of their volume above water line, you begin to develop real respect for these frozen monsters.
On the way back, we were treated to a rare event. As we rounded one large iceberg, a huge piece of it calved off with a loud crack and splash. It submerged and resurfaced, and we saw the most intense blue “baby” iceberg bob and reposition itself into a new ice sculpture. We were lucky enough to be the first to see it.
In the end, this is what makes Jökulsárlón a fun destination for photographers; unlike other natural sites, this one is constantly in flux, offering new opportunities for exploration. All you have to do is stop, look and wonder.
Skaftafellsheidi: Oh, What a Hike!
The main access point to the southern sector of Vatnajökull National Park is Skaftafell, where there is an assortment of outdoor activities to do, including sight-seeing flights, glacier-walks, drives onto the ice, as well as a numerous day hikes. Not prone to thrill-seeking, we opted for the Skaftafellsheidi hike, one of the most popular hikes in the park and for good reason.
The 14-kilometer loop starts at the campground and first passes the often-photographed Svartifoss waterfall. Like many Icelandic waterfalls, it is surrounded by a cove of hexagonal columnar basalt, and it really is quite striking. We happened to be there on a beautiful, sunny day, which was great for our hike but not so good for waterfall photography. Instead of shooting, we enjoyed a picnic lunch and marveled at the locals taking advantage of the relatively warm temperatures (maybe 60ºF) to take a quick dip in the chilly glacier-fed waters.
From there, we lost the majority of the people as we started climbing in elevation towards the Skaftafellsjökull glacier. Along the way, we were treated to clear views of all the peaks in the immediate area, and we could see various glaciers and ice fields off in the distance. It was quite a scene to behold, and, although extraordinary, it did not even come close to what was awaiting us at the apex of the trail. We were led right up to a sweeping view of the glacier as it flowed out of the icecap toward the valley below.
Although we have seen many glaciers before, the vantage point we had of this one from this trail was absolutely incredible. Although we have seen many glaciers before, the vantage point we had of this one from this trail was absolutely incredible. The black and white-patterned ice seemed to stretch forever in all directions, and the scale of it all was difficult to comprehend. It seemed like you could reach the mountains on the other side in just a few minutes, yet we knew that kilometers of frozen waves separated us.
As we finished our loop, we hiked alongside the river of ice and enjoyed the spectacular views all the way back to the campsite. In our humble opinion, this hike is an absolute must-do on a visit to Iceland!
Ingólfshöfdi: Where Nature and Culture Meet
Another interesting way to experience southeast Iceland is to head out to Ingólfshöfdi, or the Cape of Ingólfur. The cape is significant for two reasons. Way back in AD 871, a Norwegian Viking named Ingólfur with a bit of wanderlust landed here and spent the winter before heading on to what would eventually become Reykjavík. Thus, Ingólfur ranks as Iceland’s first settler, and the cape that bears his name is Iceland’s version of America’s Plymouth Rock.
Nowadays, the main reason to venture here is to see the puffins and greater skuas that inhabit this bird cliff. The only problem is that it is completely inaccessible to all traffic… except by way of a tractor-drawn haywagon. So, feeling a little bit like sheep going to market, we boarded the haywagon for a 30-minute trundle across the glacial flöts (streams of glacial runoff) and a fine-grained, black basalt sand beach.
Once at our destination, we slogged our way up a giant sand hill to the top of the bird cliff where we were treated to more puffins than we have ever seen in one place. The challenge for the photographer here was to isolate one, two or three puffins for a good composition, which was not easy to do with so many of them clustered together. We also got close to the nasty-tempered greater skuas and a few of their chicks.
As a combo nature and culture destination with a novel form of transportation, Ingólfshöfdi was a great way to spend a few hours on the southeast coast.
Hveragerdi: Iceland’s Geothermal Town
Way back at the campsite in Borgarfjördur Eystri we met a very nice English/German couple who had traveled to Iceland on several occasions. We asked if they had any advice on places in the south, and their eyes lit up. They said that we had to make a stop in Hveragerdi, one of their absolute favorite towns in Iceland.
Hveragerdi is actually only about 45 minutes outside of Reykjavík, and it feels like a small slice of Icelandic suburbia. The town is unique, though, because it is built on an active geothermal field. In the middle of town, there is a geothermal park. Unfortunately, it had just closed when we stopped by, but apparently you can boil eggs and bake bread in the geothermal vents there.
The town is also home to a university specializing in horticulture, and much of the produce and flowers that are grown in Iceland come from the many green houses here that are powered by the geothermal energy in the area. Pretty cool, huh?
The best thing about Hveragerdi, though, is that it has one of the most unique short hikes in Iceland. Just outside of town is an area called Reykjadalur. There is a beautiful 6-kilometer round trip hike that takes you through the rolling green hills and boiling mud vents of the area. It is not nearly as dramatic as the more mountainous regions of the highlands or as astonishing as the mud pots near Lake Myvatn, but this little hike is surprisingly picturesque.
After about 2 kilometers, we crossed a river and tested the waters. Just as our friends had promised, it was warm! Really warm! The source of this river is about a kilometer upstream where the water emerges from a spring in the ground at a boiling temperature where you can actually see the bubbles.
As the water travels downstream, it gradually gets cooler, and, just like beavers, the industrious Icelanders have built little dams to collect the water into pools. The higher up you go, the hotter the water gets. All you have to do is find a temperature to your liking.
Since we have been pretty keen on the whole hot pot experience, this was an opportunity we could not pass up. We started testing the water near the top and found it way too hot for our comfort. After several attempts, we finally found the perfect pool and went in for a dip. The water was delightful, and we tried to savor it for as long as we possibly could. What a very surreal experience to bathe in a hot river!
As we lounged, bright green algae from upstream drifted by and reminded two vegetable-deprived vegetarians of some fresh chopped spinach. We were seriously tempted to gather it up for dinner but thought better of it in the end. Regardless, it was a very unique and typically Icelandic experience. What a cool country this is!
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The Gentle Giants of Húsavík
Húsavík is a quaint fishing village on North Iceland’s Skjálfandi Sound. The village’s ornate wooden church sits perched above its picturesque harbor, and it’s a lovely spot to spend a day or so. After setting up camp for the night at the town’s full-service campground and taking our daily dip in the community hot pots, we caught the Euro Cup Final at a lively restaurant in town.
When it was all over, poor Italy had lost badly to Spain, but things were looking up for us. The strong winds that had plagued us for days had finally blown away, leaving us with beautiful golden light and waters as smooth as glass in the harbor. We enjoyed a leisurely stroll and snapped plenty of pictures of the gorgeously restored wooden fishing boats and their reflections in the mirror-like surface of the water. (more…)
Home on the Icelandic Range
One of the really fun things about traveling in Iceland is running into things that you really don’t expect to in the middle of nowhere.
On a super-windy and chilly morning, we sadly left the Westfjörds and headed into North Iceland without too many immediate highlights to look forward to in our first day’s path of travel. When our first few attempts at diversion yielded mediocre results, we chalked up the day to travel; sometimes you just need to get from here to there, right?
In a last ditch effort to save the day, we decided to make a detour to the small town (aren’t they all in Iceland?) of Skagasatrönd. This happens to be the home of Hallbjörn Hjartarson, who, for those of you not in the know, is famous throughout the country as the “Icelandic Cowboy.”
As an impressionable youth in the 1960s, he worked on the American base in Keflavik and fell in love with country-western music. Upon his return to Skagasatrönd, he started recording his own Icelandic version of the genre and eventually opened his own successful restaurant/bar/radio station/museum/live music venue that is still open today. What a trip it was to walk into an Icelandic version of an American country-western saloon! (more…)
Flatey Island: A Taste of the Simple Life
We said goodbye to the Snæfellsnes Peninsula and boarded a ferry in Stykkishólmur for the Westfjords. As the ferry works its way through the Breidafjördur, it stops at tiny Flatey Island, where visitors can take a layover if they choose. We were on the afternoon ferry, so we decided to send our car along to the other side and stay on Flatey for the night. Part of the island’s charm is that it is only inhabited by five year-round residents, who just received cell phone coverage thisyear. (more…)
Have Wheels Will Travel
We arrived in Reykjavík on June 17 after an overnight flight from JFK in New York. After clearing customs, we were met by a representative from the car rental company, SADCars, that we had booked online. In our research we discovered that this company was the most affordable in Iceland, and, when we saw our rental, we understood why.