“The maiden voyage”
Route 35 to the South
One of the most iconic hot pots in Iceland. I did not bathe there, preferring to take advantage of my time to explore the surroundings … and have a beer in the cabanon next door which serves as coffee. I spoke with the young server from Afghanistan!
Two hikers (in the center, do you see them?) Walk Kerlingarfjöll . This Highland massif offers vanilla / caramel hues unique in the world.
Geothermal activity is omnipresent and even dangerous. Beware of bubbling water and mud pots sometimes hidden.
We are at the end of road 35 , we had to come to this Golden Circle that I feared so much for its touristy side. The fall Gullfoss is part of this famous triptych with Geysir and Thingvellir .
Composed of several levels it offers various points of view. A tip: the water takes emerald green reflections in the late afternoon.
Similar and yet all different, the Icelandic churches are the antithesis of our European cathedrals: simple, modest, small refuges flooded with light, warm and colorful. Here is an inside view of the Thingvellir church, the oldest parliament in world history.
I really like this photograph. This blur of movement, the shape of the ribbon … everything here is an invitation to travel. Welcome to the Snaefellsnes Peninsula !
Lonely horse on Snaefellsnes .
She became very famous … but at the time no one was talking about it. We first see it from a distance, wedged between sea and mountain, below the road 54 . All dressed in black, an Icelandic flag slams on its side.
The captivating Budarkirkja .
In the far west of the Snaefellsnes peninsula is the Skardsvik beach. According to my research is a beautiful beach of blond sand with turquoise waters (if so, make a Google image and you will see). Except that night … the beach is gone. I cling to a good distance on a wooden ramp so as not to be swept away by the wind. Beside me a couple makes a sound capture of the ocean furious. We exchange a complicit look at this show … Wagnerian.
Whether you believe it or not, I never heard of Kirkjufell , the “church mountain”, when I met her. I will never forget this moment when I see her appear on the edge of 54 in the morning light. I stop incredulously and make this cliche of a mountain become mythical and that I return religiously every year.
Road to the Westfjords
Not having planned to explore the Westfjords (isolated fjords of the northwest) I knew absolutely nothing about it. Each kilometer traveled to the north offers a lot of surprises until this incredible junk on the track 612 . Here is Hnjotur , the most unlikely “museum” in the world, 100 km under the Arctic Circle.
The further we get from humanity, the more grandiose nature becomes. From this high point of view named Sandafell I face this rocky plateau with a tabular profile caused by the ice age (barely 10,000 years), so characteristic of the Icelandic relief.
On the way to Ísafjörður we sail along fjords facing the setting sun. Here is one of the most beautiful, one of the narrowest, one of the longest (37 km): Dýrafjörður .