It doesn’t matter if you don’t know the route. To feel the magic of Iceland you only need time and yourself. Once you are fallen in love it won’t let you go again. The nordic wind in your hair, the cold rain on your skin, the play of the colors and a landscape you maybe can’t discover somewhere else on our crazy planet.
The morning we started a weekend trip, back in september ’14 during my stay in Reykjavík, in our old Nissan, we didn’t have any idea how great and mindchanging this would be.
So we started right in the north of Iceland, following the ringroad which, obviously, is the only road around Iceland. Sometimes tarmac, sometimes gravel, up the hill and down, but always straight to the horizon.
You are driving through this lonely and suddenly you realize where this bittersweet, melancholic mood of the Icelandics comes from. The clouds hide the sky and you see only grey everywhere. But the moment when the sun is striking through this wall of clouds it seems like whole Iceland starts to glow and every piece of grass shines onehundred times brighter then you have ever seen. An icelandic proverb says that you can experience all four seasons in only ten minutes.
As we where heading north we stopped at several gas stations. You should definetely not miss to talk to the people there. I never would expect such a hospitality in a european country as I experienced it in Iceland. Forunately we stopped at a restaurant somewhere in the icelandic outback to have some tea. When would not have stopped, we would have missed the biggest waterfall I’ve ever seen: The Goðafoss, the waterfall of the gods! In the middle of an incredibly huge plane the water of the Skjálfandafljót falls into a canyon.
Late in the evening we arrived in Akureyri and what we found there was kind of cute: STOP-I-love-u-traffic lights, traffic lights where the red light was a heart. We left our car at a parking lot and went for searching our hostel. It was actually just a short walk because Akureyri is a really tiny village even though it is the fourth biggest city in Iceland. In our small and cozy hostel with really kind people we had a nice time with a direct view on the snowy mountains of the Fjord. The hostel was a really cool spot where we met a bunch of backpackers. A guy from Canada was travelling around Iceland only with a tent and after he left Iceland he took his flight to Ethiopia. As the Islandics go nuts for american food there is a burger restaurant: The Hamburgerfabrikån. After we stayed in the hostel pub for several beer the girl from the hostel told me that in winter they have a lot of snow and they have a local Snowboarder community. So Akureyri should be a nice starting point for my next icelandic winteradventure.
On the next day we were leaving Akureyri to Myvàthn, which means lake of flies. To follow the lore, in one summer there were so many flies that a lot of horses muffled from the swarms of flies. Fortunately we had no problems to enjoy the mindblowing landscape around Myvàthn. Completely crazy is the fact that at many places hot steams is spilling out of gaps in the ground due to the volcanism of Iceland that you can see everywhere.
When I now think about this journey, it was exactly what I needed. This island inspired me in so many ways and I am so excited by the fact that I will be back in July. I will explore Iceland with three friends, a tent and a jeep. That’s all it takes for me to be happy.
If you got a hint for me what I really don’t want to miss in Iceland please leave a comment and share this post if you liked it.=)
And when you should ever be around Akureyri do not miss to visit the Akureyri Backpackers.