In summer 2017 I was on a four-week trip through the beauty of Iceland.
The incredible nature, the cold lava, the Geysir, the mountains and rivers - the awesome weather we had on almost every day made me fall in love with this beautiful country.
On Sunday, 23th of July 2017 my journey began. I arrived in Kevlavik late at night. My plane landed at 23:55 (without delay). Awesome time to simply fall into the bed and get a few hours of sleep, right? But unfortunately I had to find my luggage first. And that took me 1 hour, despite Kevlavik Airport beeing rather small. After checking the arrival hall for half an hour, I asked the office for lost luggage what to do, because four weeks of Iceland without fresh underwear would be … not that pleasant.
The Lady simply told me that she couldn’t do anything and I have to wait for about two days and then I’ll get an email from the airline and they will send my luggage to my address. Beeing on the road for four weeks, I told her that I have no address in Iceland. She told me my luggage will then be send to my home country.
Yeah. Thank you.
After that I left. On my last walk through the hall, though, I found my luggage in the place for “odd sized luggage”. Vacation saved.
The first days
The first day was okayish at best. A bit of rain, a bit of wind (for germans actually a lot of rain and wind, but I guess it was rather good weather for Icelandic people). But the weather got a lot better on my 3rd and 4th day. We had sun, beautiful blue sky and rather nice temperatures.
We visited the Geysir in the South-West rather early on.
We visited Geysir in the early morning where all the (other) tourists were still in bed. Because of that we were alone at Geysir - definitively better than getting overrun!
We also were at the Gullfoss, which was also spectacular. But after that we escaped the masses and went into the highlands, where the next picture was taken.
The day after that picture was taken, we drove from Hvítárvatn to Ásgarður (Kerlingarfjöll) where we hike from the campingside to the hot Springs. It smelled aweful, because the springs are sulfur-springs. But we had an awesome day, about 20,000 steps (roughly 14 km) on my counter and we took awesome pictures.
The West-Fjords were awesome. We had awesome hot-pots to take a break in, we met awesome people from Australia and Canada and we had the opportunity to take awesome pictures. During our stay in the West-Fjords we had to drive from one side of the Fjords to the other, which we did with route F66. Holy crap, that was an adventure by itself! First, the road was nothing more than a track next to a dry river. Later, it was barely a track anymore, just an approximation of ways through the landscape. Our mobilehome had to suffer through it, and so had we. But we made it (thanks goes out to the two awesome ladies in the van behind us, who kept a certain distance so we didn’t get into a hurry and made a consequential mistake or something).
We met some fellow german travelers in Tálknafjörður at the camping side, which was also really nice.
A few kilometers later we arrived at the most western point of Europe. We took photos of the puffins there and enjoyed the loneliness on the campingside, where we stayed two days.
It got cold quickly in the evening, but we enjoyed the awesome weather during the day there and with a big cup of hot tea, one can enjoy the evenings there as well.
Through the Black Sand to Askja
One of the tourist-highlights one has to see in Iceland is the Askja. The Askja is an old vulkan crater which is filled with water. It is in the middle-east of Iceland, north of the Vatnajökull national park. But before we got there, we had to cross the biggest desert in Europe: The black sand desert, I believe it belongs to Vatnajökull national park. Google maps does not even have roads for this part of Iceland.
After driving about 100 km per day for 3 days (yes, that’s a 8-10 hour drive each day, with about 10-15 km per hour), we arrived at Askja in not-so-optimal weather. But it was worth every minute, even if it was hard.
In the east, we visited some friends and a black-sand beach, which was an amazing experience. Unfortunately it was to cold to swim in the sea.
In the evening, we even saw nordic lights. Not that many, to be honest, because it was rather cloudy, but we definitively saw them! How amazing!
After our short visit, we departed from Seyðisfjörður harbour to Färöer Islands, Tórshavn.
On our trip back home, we had a four-day stop at Färöer Islands. We arrived in Tórshavn at night and drove until we found a nice parking space to sleep. On the next day we drove up north. Färöer is a really small country, but as beautiful as Iceland itself. I would even say that I fell in love again, despite seeing very little of the country.
Our journey continued on day 4, from Tórshavn to Hirtshals.
After arriving in Hirtshals and driving south towards the german border, we noticed that germans are just crazy. The roads were packed with cars the moment we crossed the border.
Our four-day-trip from Hirtshals to our home was not fun anymore. After weeks of peace and beauty in the rough but awesome nature of Iceland, we concluded that germans are the worst.
I hope I can come back to Iceland one day. As we missed the nordic lights just by a few days, it would be awesome to get another chance for seeing them.