Sure, you can sneak up on a waterfall, but it can also sneak up on you.
Hey, it’s just as much fun as picking up cigarette butts in Reykjavik, eh.
Or fooling yourself into thinking you are sneaking up on a troll.
Or lying in wait for the sun, trying to look like a block of ice. Loads of fun, that.
And just try to sneak up on an Icelandic horse.
All together now!
Wherever you go in Iceland, someone has lived there before.
Skaftafell National Park
Well, except for the Highlands.
The Blue Lagoon. A great place to dip into the waste water of a geothermal station.
You can lie on the beach and soak up the good vibes, too.
Very popular. There’s only room for a few.
And fish is served in the restaurant. Very pricey. On a cafeteria tray. And aren’t those IKEA dishes?
May I suggest a little drive to the North? Sigriðarstaðarós beckons, with a fine view north past the beached troll seals at the feet of Hvitserkur …
… to Skeljanes.
This is the real Blue Lagoon, right where the salmon swim out of the Húnafjörður into the Sigriðarstaðavatn, a lake by name but more like a fine estuarine lagoon full of young salmon going to sea and big ones flicking back. Make sure you keep your feet out of the water. Lift, good people, lift!
Munch some salmon, soak a little in the sun…
…or a lot.
… it’s a good life. And for a power station, the ogre herself.
Friends, think blue.
Sheep are foresters here.
Svartifoss, the Black Falls of Skaftafell National Park. Such a lovely rhyme scheme of basalt crystals.
Even sneakier when the water first shows itself, the tease.
One of the sacred spaces of the world, for sure. It doesn’t reveal itself all at once.
At first, dawn is pure light.
Then it reveals another world.
Then it turns blue. The other world is still there, but white now.
Then there are colours, and mountains, as the two worlds join.
When you count the houses built at þingvellir each time Iceland enacts a new constitution, that’s three worlds. Well, four if you count the ice.
Like the troll’s hair it nests upon, the white fleck of the gull hides in plain sight.
Islands, like Iceland, do the same in the middle of the sea.