Iceland, the land of ice and fire – day 2.

We got up pretty early to enjoy the warm pool of the hotel. It’s nice to stay in a nice warm bath while it’s freezing outside (okay, it wasn’t freezing, but it was pretty cold, around 9ish ºC). We didn’t have much time, because we wanted to make our 6 day road trip worthwhile,  so we headed out pretty soon. Our final stop for that day was Skógafoss, a waterfall near Vík. On our way we stopped along several times, either to enjoy the breathtaking view, or to take pictures. One of those stops was the Þingvellir National Park.


We then stopped again for a waterfall — something that turned out to be pretty recurrent on our journey — Urriðafoss. This is is Iceland´s most voluminous waterfall, where fishermen fish for salmon and trouts, and where Þjórsá river falls off the margin of Þjórsárhraun, one of the largest lava fields on Earth.

It’s difficult to find places to eat in Iceland. We usually bought stuff from the supermarket and ate around, but if we could find a place, we tried to fill in with something more nutritious. This time we ate at the Lava Centre, this beautiful wood building portraying the lava fields around Iceland. We didn’t go in to see, we just ate there.

Seljalandsfoss was our next stop and where we spent the most time. We walked around, we went around the waterfall (get appropriate clothing and don’t take cameras! I did take my iphone, though, it’s still fine) and just sat around contemplating nature. This is a 60m high waterfall that is part of the Seljalands river which has its origin in the volcano glacier Eyjafjallajökull, the one that erupted in 2010.

We then stopped at Reynisfjara beach. The black sand with the infinite North Atlantic and the green mountains are an incredible breathtaking view. It’s an immense beach where you can see and feel how amazing and powerful is nature.

We then reached our final destination, Skógafoss. We dropped our stuff at the hotel and had something to eat and decided to walk to the DC-3 airplane, that in 1973 was forced to land on Sólheimasandur’s black sand beach. We walked all the 4km to the airplane site at 10.30pm, watching an amazing sunset, through the black grounds with nothing but ourselves. It was an amazing experience. At the site there were two other people, apparently pro photographers (or big photography enthusiasts) who were taking their time taking pictures of the plane. The place felt a bit eerie, because you hear nothing but the sea waves at the beach, and there’s a black field of nothingness around you… but it was still an awesome thing to do at night time.

And after walking 8km we were quite reading to get ourselves in bed for a short night sleep.