The Land of Ice and Fire Part 2


If you hadn’t read part 1 yet, click the link

Well, after leaving Hveragerði (yeah, like most Icelandic names I have no idea how you pronounce that) and continued off further into the countryside, stopping briefly to admire some of the spectacular mountains including the now infamous Eyjafjallajökull ice cap.

Crossing over the Olfusa River
The salt marshes of Iceland
the Eyjafjallalljokull glacier


We soon came upon our next site, Seljalandsfoss, formed by the river Seljandsa as it drops over the former sea cliffs, this 200ft waterfall is one the best known in Iceland and you can even walk behind the raging waters. Besides the falls we also explored some of the surrounding area, which included several other waterfalls and supposed troll caves, however the constant water spray and freezing temperatures made for a very slippery walk and most of us headed back to the bus fairly sore.

Some of the surronding waterfalls

If we hadn’t found Seljalandsfoss impressive enough then the next waterfall we visited certainly was. Skogafoss, though roughly the same height as Seljalandsfoss, the sheer volume of water pouring down Skogafoss was incredible; with a width of 82ft, the entire river Skoga simply thunders down. A stairway leads up the length of the  waterfall, allowing visitors a view stretching all the way to the sea, some 3 miles away.

Looking out to sea


Our next stop was a new experience for me, I’d never seen a glacier before and luckily the Sólheimajökull glacier did not disappoint. Only a tongue of the much larger Mýrdalsjökull glacier, the landscape around had clearly been shaped by the retreating ice, which now sat as this hulking white mass, seemingly immovable; although in truth the ice is always moving and shifting. Within the glacier itself were ice sculptures, water cauldrons, ridges and deep crevasses, though sadly we did not have long to explore and were not allowed to venture far onto the glacier without the proper equipment.

Our last stop for the day was the peninsular of Dyrhólaey from which we could see the volcanic basalt sea stacks of Reynisdrangar, stark against the setting sun.

The black Icelandic coastline





Thus concludes part two of my tale, if you enjoyed this story feel free to write in the comments, or leave like and thanks for reading.

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