More Iceland spamming! Sorry, guys, but I really loved it here.
Our last stop on the Golden Circle brought us to the hot spring river, Reykjadalur (which sounds a lot different than it’s spelled). It was an hour hike to the springs, which was beautiful, but the hills nearly killed me. All the walking I did the past week did not make up for the fact that I haven’t really worked out in 3 months and my stamina has all but disappeared, haha.
It was worth it though. The springs were so cool and not too crowded. The blue lagoon was really nice, but this felt like a less touristy and more nature-y alternative. I would love to visit when there’s snow covering the surrounding hills and mountains.
I was so happy to reach the destination and unload, I didn’t actually take many photos when I got there. My bad.
The nature in Iceland is amazing! I can’t remember the last time I went somewhere other than a city center of some sort. Even though we were staying in Reykjavik it was never overwhelming or claustrophobic like a lot of capitals.
I am thinking I want to take more trips into nature. Even though I was exhausted, it was a really nice feeling at the end of a day full of walking, climbing and breathtaking nature.
I’ve been feeling nostalgic for my first week in Sweden. Nearly never ending days, outlasting a swede in the freezing lake, seeing Sting in concert, petting a moose (!!), breathtaking nature, and a wonderful host.
Portrait of my little sister.
I woke up the morning of our excursion and had a weird memory. It was one of those memories where you don’t know if you dreamt it or if it actually happened. I was 90 percent sure someone had told me that the inside of the volcano would be 100 degrees (fahrenheit, I am sure). So I kept that in mind while dressing for this trip, only putting on a thin sweater, one of my jackets and leaving my scarf behind, despite it being 40 degrees F outside.
When we board the bus taking us to the volcano, the guide hops on afterwards to announce that we are heading into the mountains, and she hopes that we are all dressed warmly enough. Then she describes what to expect inside the volcano. Like the inside of a refrigerator, were her exact words. Turns out we also had to hike 45 minutes across a windy, baron plane. THANKFULLY, they provided us with giant yellow windbreakers for the hike, so I didn’t freeze to death. I feel like I wasn’t the only unprepared tourist on this hike.
The elevator ride down was absolutely terrifying and way too slow. The man operating the lift decided to mess with us and stopped it abruptly making it feel as if we were about to fall.
Side story: We met two people on this hike that live in the same small-ish Danish town my sister lives in. One of which was at the same party as my sister, but they hadn’t met until this hike. What a small world!
I am in Iceland at the moment with my sisters! This is the first time the three of us have done a trip together, and it’s been absolutely amazing.
Summers in Iceland aren’t particularly warm, but the sun never sets, which I could get used to (if that meant I would never have to deal with total darkness)
I’ll post more stuff from and about Iceland later, but this post will focus on a haunted Geyser we went to the other day. I got some pretty cool photos while there. Four of which I gif-ed (made up a new word!) together. I’ve become a little obsessed with gif-ing of late. I spent 5 hours creating one for my About page, and a few months ago I spent 2 weeks attempting to make a stop motion of my travels. That was an epic fail, but the attempt was fun… I guess. And to make up for the fact that I had to put my stop motion project on hold (most likely indefinitely) I’ve been attempting gifs! It’s so much fun! I suggest everyone try it.
This was the first geyser I’ve seen up close or walked through for that matter. It smelled like rotten eggs and felt uncomfortably wet and warm when it blew over my face. Being caught in the middle is also very suffocating, but it turns the rocks surrounding it a very beautiful white and it’s mesmerizing to stare at.
I might be paraphrasing, but according to the sign before entering the area, a long time ago some lady got thrown into the geyser because she kept “causing” the deaths of people who’d wronged her. (Sounds like she pissed off the wrong person if you ask me.) Then maybe to make up for the fact that they capital-punished her without any evidence, they named the geyser after her. Poor, poor Gunna.
Anyways, Iceland is awesome. Everyone should come here.