Trip To Iceland – Gambler By Nature

“And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. Said, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.”

The Gambler; Kenny Rogers

It was the most challenging, coldest and hardest day as the weather was pretty bad. Even though, it was full of amazing nature experiences that we wouldn’t be able to miss. Let’s move from Laugarvatn to “Strokkur” were for every few seconds we were witnessing one of the most uncommon natural phenomenons.

No truce, wipers on, we drove down to the Westsouth by the “Golden Circle”. The wind made our car vibrate all around any kind of roads, surrounded not even by trees, just the pavements and field, just snow, mood, ice or water. Besides that, we felt full of energy, prepared to battle against the rain. After parking the car, getting our cameras ready, microphone on, we arrived to the storm, all over us. Saturated and very wet already, we walked through the steam and came over with our first target in Iceland, the geysa was coming: Strokkur.

We could barely walk between the pathways which were “fenced” by only a long rope attached to many little iron sticks. It was that cold that we were thinking we could be alone at that place, but we suddenly saw a group of about 10 people facing the huge water phenomenon. This big Geyser was just in front of us, full of steam above it and surrounded of tourists making themselves ready for the adventure. So did we.

Imagine a lake, or a huge deep puddle, just for a few seconds, that amount of water suddenly blasts all over, reaching about 20 metres of height. It is amazing, we would really recommend it to anybody at anytime, it is worth it.

We were exploring the area trying to get closer to other little volcanic eruptions, when we had the good luck to be just over those small geysers. Feeling really cold and done visiting this incredible fields, we couldn’t stand the frosty and strong winds and decided to go back into our shelter carrying on the journey.

Trying to find our way to Selfoss, we came across with a masterpiece,
Kerið, an enormous crater. Despite the hailstones, the wind and the mudy ground, we climbed to the top and walked around all the diameter, all the sphera. The sights were vertiginous, and kind of scary due to the cyclone that could leave us off the map.


We were going towards Vik when Seljalandsfoss, a big waterfall we began to admire from the car, caught our attention, we barely closed our eyes and we couldn’t stop staring at it. We drove for another while when we found the correct road that brought us straight to the crowded place.

We jumped out from the car as soon as we could and walked fast to get beside it. The best part was when we realized that there was a tricky little way to go around it. And that’s what we did, not an easy test, worse than expected but as successful as never imagined.

Our first troubles were several wet wooden made stairs we needed to use to get as high as possible. The higher we were, the more beautiful sights we had. The atmosphere of all the amount of water that was coming down was very fresh, we could even feel our faces and skins wet. We could also stay behind the water that was falling into the huge wellspring. A very intense sound came along with us until we were literally deaf, specially when we climbed to it, getting ourselves really wet. Once bordered the waterfall, we had our hardest moment; we got saturated from the top to the bottom while coming out from the cascade. The only way was through some big stones that leaded our track to the iron made stairs. Unfortunately our camera broke, it wouldn’t turn on.


We came back to the car, trying to get warmer and decided to continue our trip to Vik. As we were tired and very cold at the same time, we found our way to the famous american crashed plane, which the closest spot where we could get off was around 2 hours return. We aborted the mission and missed the Black Sand Beach as well since they were close to each other. The weather was too rough to get in there.

Vik, the southernmost village in Iceland that is supposed to be the warmest place in the country, didn’t give us the warmest welcome (forgive the redundancy). Even though, we could make a little stop to enjoy all the North Atlantic views, at the top of the town, were the church is located with all the Reynisfjall cliffline at the back. In front of them, a group of massive high stones.

Hungry and in need of energy, we noticed that we wouldn’t have time to spend the night over Höfn so we had dinner in Kirkjubæjarklaustur. For once, we had the opportunity to enjoy our first Icelandic meal, we both chose the warm and nice garlic soup, butter and bread included. As a main course, a traditional Icelandic lamb beef patty.

The day was nearly over and it was getting dark, letting us know we had to hurry up and find a place to rest for the whole night. We never knew were we where exactly going, the only glow we had were our front lights. Our new host wouldn’t have an easy name: Sveitarfélagið Hornafjörður.

Rauðaberg II was a cozy and humble small guesthouse at the south east of the Vatnajökull glaciar, between Breiðamerkurjökull and Fljótsdalshreppur.

It was the most beautiful place we have ever been, but we never thought that until the next morning, are you in for breakfast? Fancy some toasts? Come on in!




By Dani Fernandez

'It is the experiences, the memories, the great triumphant joy of living to the fullest extent in which real meaning is found'.

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