Over the course of 2 weeks during the Icelandic “summer” of 2011, my wife and I headed to Iceland with some good friends from Germany. We sketched out a rough plan on the flight from Oslo to Reykjavik, rented an SUV and followed the ring round that circles Iceland.
The drive from the airport to Reykjavik was mind blowing in itself and really got me pumped for what else we might find out there. The ensuing 12 days was a feast of epic landscapes, jawdropping waterfalls, majestic puffins and dust storms that taught me a very tough lesson in keeping camera equipment protected.
If you’re a photographer, this country must be visited and explored by foot to get a real appreciation for it’s magnificence.
Formed from lava flows in the Skaftafell National Park, which is now part of the larger Vatnajökull National Park, that over centuries cooled creating the stacked hexagonal crystals.
The local hotel and outhouse en-route past Eyjafjallajökull. Funny things happened here which I have been sworn to never repeat, unless you ask me in person.
Dust to dust
No trip to Iceland is complete without a visit to the puffins in Vík í Mýrdal. Our trip in Iceland started by finding dead puffins scattered across a jet black beach, so it was lovely finishing the trip seeing thousands of live ones on the cliffs in Vík.