The Land of a Thousand Amazing Holes in the Ground

If I had to choose a soundtrack for Iceland, it would be Valravn‘s “Koder pĆ„ snor”

It is difficult to recreate the feeling with just pictures and music, but I’ll try anyway.

I went for a hike the first four days and every day I saw at least three different types of landscapes.

To get up to the first hut, I took a bus and on the way we drove through what was almost a desert.

Very sandy and very little vegetation

Then when I arrived at the hut, there was a hot spring and a rather swamp-like grassy area right up to the hut on one side

 

 

and what can only be described as troll-country on the other.

Looking down on the hut from troll-country. Some of the grassy-swamp can be seen to the left of the hut.

The next day I saw the first real Icelandic holes in the ground.

 

Small chimneys all over

The fourth day after hiking through emerald sand (yes, green sand) and over orange rocks, I reached the last hut and met these two:

Arctic fox cubs. They’re just that cute šŸ™‚

They spent most of the time fighting and just ignored everything else.

Fighting and biting

Then I went on to more traditional sightseeing.

Gullfoss

A hole in the ground with bubbling water. Also known as Geysir.

A hole in the ground with bubbling mud

A hole in the ground with rocks. There’s also water down the bottom.

A steaming hole in the ground (very noisy).

Most of the holes in the ground were rather smelly because of the sulphur, but they were all amazing šŸ™‚

I saw plenty of other things for example seals and whales, but if you want to see them, you have to take a trip to Iceland yourself, because I don’t have any pictures of them.

All in all, it was a wonderful experience, and I hope to go back there in the not too distant future.

Did you go anywhere this summer?

 

 

 

Sulphur

Yellow and orange flickered about him. He inhaled through his nose and welcomed the sulphur. The rumbling under his feet made him smile. He closed his eyes and stretched out his arms to both sides. He could feel the vibrations of the mountain.

With his hands over his head, he pushed upwards, growing stronger and stronger for each moment that passed. The mountain began to give. Small stones showered down over his head. Some of them entered his mouth. He tasted their rough surfaces which quickly smoothed. They melted before he could crunch them between his teeth.

When he saw the first streak of daylight, his laughter echoed through the mountain. This was it: The great eruption.

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