Tag Archives: Slow Travel

Njardvik: the Green Fjord

The road along the coast behind the farm Borg races on past the Cross on the cape that keeps the ogre at bay, on to the puffins in Borgarfjörður Eystri, and back.

Few stop anymore to walk in this emerald, or to see the path this water makes as it hides itself, as all creatures from the other world do, on to test the walls of the houses of men. It is the greenest fjord in Iceland. This image is made from the old Stapavik trail, the right way to come upon it, unless you come by boat, of course. Imagine the first long boat that touched this beach, and the people that stepped ashore in wonder. They are your ancestors as soon as you get out of the car. And then what? Well, friend, then you are lost. And then you are found.

Slow Travel: The Black Beaches of East Iceland Coming to Life

Iceland is a country best explored slowly, and on foot.

Krosshöfði

When it is called “a beautiful country,” it means that every step is beautiful. Easy does it.

It comes to life as you walk through it, changes you, and remains within you.