I am convinced that Iceland is some sort of alien world, walking to the Sólheimasandur plane wreckage site, it was strangely eerie, the only sounds the be heard was our footsteps crunching on the gravelly black dirt and my occasional heavy exertion. The walk was a hefty forty five minutes to and from, we underestimated it and thought we would do it in lesser time, turns out we are like everyone else. The plane wreckage site was beautiful but eerie, sort of like the rest of Iceland.
There is so much raw beauty in the landscape, but if you stay silent and look at it close enough you’ll feel like you are not on earth, but on another planet (considering the journey we took to get here it might as well be another planet!).
This morning after a nourishing breakfast we headed off to Fjaðrárgljúfur which is meant to be some beautiful cavernous canyons with a running stream.
On the way we saw two horses behind a thin wire fence so we stopped, crossed the road and took some pictures of them against a jagged grassy rock face, they were situated far away in the field eating grass and minding their own business. We didn’t expect them to come over and say hello, the mare was curious as ever, wanting to nibble on the sleeve of my jacket and nosing at my camera. It was unexpected and such a great little moment. We pushed onwards to Kirkjubæjarklaustur where we refueled, the drive there was extremely cinematic and again eerie. It started raining shortly after quite heavily so we turned back, forever distracted by photographable scenery (which is basically everywhere!).
Then we had lunch at Suður-Vík Restaurant, a cosy cabin restaurant in Vik. I had a lovely juicy chicken breast, salad and sweet potato fries while Mitch had a cheesy pizza.
When we headed home we were sidetracked (literally) by a driving path which took us up to the view of the mountains shrouded in a rainy mist.