Before our Icelandic adventure, I’d researched and researched and…researched some more! The Golden Circle and Northern Lights tours always came up top, along with attractions such as whale watching or extreme snowmobiling over a glacier.
A little more investigation showed this would be possible within a day and was home to some of the most photographed waterfalls in the country. In fact, it’s widely regarded as one of the most scenic drives out of Reykjavik. Oh, and it passes THAT volcano. So off we went!
Ten days ago, after a five day adventure, we said our goodbyes to a country that captivated, mesmerised and enchanted us: Iceland!
As many of you know, a trip here has been on my bucket list for years. I adore wild, open wilderness, I’ve had a fascination with volcanoes, earthquakes and geology in general since being a child and I hoped to one day witness the Aurora Borealis. Iceland promised all this, along with a land that is steeped in folklore and fantasy. I failed to see how I could be disappointed.
But I still worried.
When you build something up in your mind for so long, you’re bound to be heading for an anti-climax. Yet, as the first sentence suggests, we had nothing to fear. Throw every superlative in the book at Iceland and it still won’t capture how awe inspiring it is.
We experienced four seasons in one day, dipped in hot pools whilst an icy storm whipped around our ears, saw more rainbows than I’ve seen in a year in the UK and looked upon landscapes that seemed more like alien territory. We were hooked!
And despite immense trepidation of ‘driving on the wrong side’, we hired a car and explored at leisure, naturally taking oodles of photos! These here are of the famous Golden Circle tour, approximately a 150 mile round trip from Reykjavik.
Although I consider myself more a lakes and mountains girl, I do love the sea. I just like being around water which, if you believe in this sort of thing, is a little strange as I’m a fire sign – I guess my moon ascending chakra or something is in Aquarius. 😉
However, I much prefer a ramble around some rock pools than basking in blazing heat on the sand, so when the British summer weather was being fairly kind to us, I thought I’d head to the local beach with the ‘proper’ camera!
But it rained. A lot. And I didn’t pack the rain gear. ‘It’s okay,‘ I thought, ‘I’ll hastily wrap the DSLR in a plastic bag,‘ …that had a hole in it. Back to the iPhone it was!
For the last few days, iCloud has been very annoying: whinging to me every hour or so about the fact that I’ve run out of storage. So I thought it was time for a little Spring cleaning and a general photo clearout.
I’ve said before how much using an iPhone for photography suits my lazy habits – like most of mankind these days it’s rarely further than a couple of feet away from my hand, which is brilliant for capturing those impromptu days out or snapping random things of interest.
This week, I’ve incorporated a fad with my photography post: The time I flew a light aircraft!
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to fly. When I say fly, I don’t mean in the ‘which superpower would you most like’ sense. No, my love came from the machines themselves; the noise, the smell, the overall look.
I had notions of acquiring my pilots’ licence and once I saw Top Gun, my choice of wings became a fighter jet!
However, flying lessons are mega expensive and I didn’t have any associated desires to join the RAF. So for many years, it was just a dream, until one birthday, a few years ago, I was gifted with a flying experience day!