I can’t believe it. The sun is ACTUALLY out, the sky is actually BLUE and we have finally turned off the heating in the van, for the first time. (For the moment.)
Honestly, this country just gets better and better. We’ve walked about a thousand miles, be it black sand beaches, airplane wrecks or waterfalls taking our fancy, and we’ve driven about the same – currently headed towards the famed yet sparsely populated, or travelled, westfjordlands, having driven the east coast in its entirety over the past few days. We’ve hiked for hours up and down extinct volcano craters, through steaming fields of ancient lava, to the edges of stunning falls; we’ve bathed in geothermal hot springs (although it was about 5 degrees out and raining so… Not as terribly glamorous as it sounds I guess).
This is the most beautiful part of the world I’ve ever visited. And you know I just don’t make statements like that. Ever.
I can only try to put it into words, and photographs will never do it justice. But, please, for me – those of you reading this, please add, “Drive the Westfjords of Iceland” to your list of shit to do before you die. I mean it; from the Great Ocean Road to the Valley of Gods, the west coast’s PCH and the great Route 66 – this place tops them all, more than marginally.