Otherworldly. That’s the word that best describes what I have seen in Iceland. 10 days discovering the west and south of the island. After my stay at Formentera, the contrast was rather powerful.
Moss embracing black rocks. Rocks that look like they have been shattered to small pieces by an invisible mineral force. Calm wilderness. Like an eerie fairy-tale. Pines in the fog. Grey skies. Dark land. The black volcanic sands of Vik and the mad sea. Reynir Black Beach’s silver sea quietly lapping the black sand. Immense caves made of basalt columns. Mesmerising nature.
The southern coast is covered by never-ending lava fields that look like black sheep turned to rock. Sheep everywhere. I came to notice that they flock in multiples of three. I couldn’t stop counting them over and over to prove my theory. I did however stop counting the waterfalls that became more and more frequent. Certainly more frequent than the patches of blue skies. On the rare occasions where the skies did clear of the stormy clouds, we could see further into the giant wilderness.
I’ll leave you with some snaps and tell you more on my next post.
Anita
