While everything appeared deceivingly civil and well proportioned in the capital(as described in more detail in my previous post), once we headed out of Reykjavik, nature began to take more and more control. Everything came in big portions: snow, mountain, water, ice, food, storm….
Apart from the obvious destinations like the Geysir and the nearby Gulfoss waterfall, the Black sand beach, the Diamond beach…etc., there are plenty of stopping points along the way if you’re driving by yourself like we did. Having your camera ready on the passenger’s seat is highly recommended. And is it really worth investing in a drone just for Iceland? Abso-fxxxing-lutely! Reason being something like the below picture:
I’d loved to have been able to fly the drone more, but there are many places, especially main tourist attraction sites that are starting to ban the use of drones. Maybe for security reasons or to protect the nature in case any drone was to mistakenly crash into people/things. But if you manage to find a remote place to take your drone out for a little spin(which has been proven to be relatively easy in Iceland), the resulting image/video will always blow your mind.
We stopped by Kaffi Krus in Selfoss for lunch. I ordered a starter and a main thinking myself was really starving. But as I said, things outside Reykjavick tend to come in big portions including the food. I didn’t manage to finish either of the two courses, despite both tasted so comforting and delicious. My lobster coconut sauce linguini remains one of the best pasta dishes I’ve ever tried…ever. (just so if you were wondering, my second course wasn’t the burger. Linguini was my main and my starter was a deep fried mozzarella. Yes I was hungry, but I wasn’t a monster!) And people say good things happen when you have a full tummy(no? Then I’ve just said it). So that very evening after the satisfying meal, we got to see some unbelievable northern light…wait it gets better… while sipping whisky in the hot tub!(not advised if you have a weak heart)
But forget the hot tub and whisky, traveling in Iceland requires strong hearts and minds that function well under pressure/excitement/deep snow generally anyway. The day after the magical aurora, we were hit by the storm.
Snow dropped and swirled and accumulated and occupied all that eyes can see. For the first time I realised snow can be much scarier than just being pure and romantic. It laughed in the face of the lyrics “I—‘m dreaming of a white Christmas”. Everybody stuck at that hostel 4/5 buried by snow, was praying to see more colour than white that day.
Outside of Reykjavik, that’s where Iceland really started to speak to me.