Iceland, one of the most interesting and inspiring places I’ve ever been too. It is so still, so calm. So, natural. It has to been seen to be taken in. I really can’t do it justice with my photographs. The air is a little more inspiring there, the wind in my hair was too. I am a big fan of being a little different. I enjoy the odd sunbathing holiday but I’d much rather head off to a more quiet corner of the earth to explore and make my own impressions, away from the influences of glossy holiday brochures. I would return to Iceland in a heartbeat. We (myself and Kris) went for one week, we hired a little ford KA, probably the least suitable car for the terrain, however it certainly did the job! I can recall on at least five occasions when we turned to eachother after hearing a popping noise and saying “I think the tyres just popped” however they hadn’t. In hindsight I’m glad as the roads were very very empty and we were quite literally in the middle of nowhere…
Our journey began in the capital city of Reykjavik…
We then began driving away from the city in our trusty car. Seeing other cars was a rare sight….
There was an awful lot of churches there. Hardly any people at all yet enough churches so you could almost have one per family! obviously a slight exaggeration…
Because we like tea…
Apparently a troll lived in this little rock pool. According to my travel guide. We didn’t see any trolls though… I love a good myth!
How inappropriate, a penis museum! I know! we gingerly went in and were greeted by the man behind the desk, everything was shaped like a penis, even his till and his telephone, when it rang and he picked it up to answer I let out a little snigger but the man behind the desk wasn’t amused!
Music, Kris’s passion…
Cafe’s are open 24/7 in Reykjavik, I think this was around 2am!
Oh wow, we drove up and over a mountain to get to a different town. There was a very steep drop either side of the road and warning “slow down” signs everywhere. That wasn’t enough, they put some crashed cars on display to get everyone to slow down. For the rest of the holiday we referred to that road as the “cars on a stick road”
It took a long time to find this plane wreck. It wasn’t sign posted so it took a lot of zooming in and out of google earth. It was just a little gate, like the entrance to a field, though it was actually a derelict black beach. Once through the gate we drove for about 15 minutes, avoiding boulders that became bigger and bigger before arriving at the wreck. No one died during the crash, they just ran out of fuel and landed here… More and more of the wreck has been removed over the years and weighed in by local farmers.
Vik beach, the most southern part of Iceland.
Can you imagine living here!? With lava on your roof!?
Chelsea x x
