TRAVEL
Iceland is full of sheep
Giang
June 8, 2018 – June 17, 2018
One of my Robin Leffler rules is this: the more wide open sheepy spaces a place has, the more I will like it. Iceland: Q.E.D. (Too many colons.) (No, leave it.) Too many colons! (I try to be a serious person, but sometimes (all the times) it just doesn’t work.)
Happy 10th Anniversary to us! We packed light, rented a camper van, booted up Dan Carlin’s six-part World War I podcast series, Blueprint for Armageddon, and drove. Lots. Here’s a map.

 

I started with two colors, but the dots were absolutely useless at the end because we navigate like crazy people.
Base map by SnazzyMaps.com (also, probably Google)

Day 1: have a nap and a geysir

Pro tip: the best thing to bring with you on any trip is someone who will drive while you sleep if you, say, took a sleeping pill to help you sleep on the plane but it just dried out your eyes and made you look like a pothead zombie.

The second best thing is a camper van. Camper vans are sexy minivans with beds and stoves in them. Why did I even buy a house when I could have had you, Camper Van?

Anyway – if you go to Iceland, just ignore the bits from the airport until you get out of the part where there are people. People are nice, but if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.

Okay, that’s not true at all.

But when we vacation, we enjoy nature and as much solitude as we can afford. Iceland has both these things in spades, if you’re willing to venture out into her wilds at odd hours. It’s doable and safe in summer, as it doesn’t get dark.

“That is not a picture of a geyser, that’s just a sign!”

You are correct.

Geysir/Strokkur

After a nap to de-zombify, we hit up Geysir (the original geyser) and Strokkur late in the afternoon. Geysir doesn’t blow much anymore, but Strokkur goes off every ten-ish minutes. So, if you like spectacle-of-nature type things, it’s there for your steamy pleasure. Then, we drive to Thingvellir – the rift valley which was the birthplace of Iceland’s parliament. Some geese give Curt the stink-eye. We leave.

Day 2: Journey to a hole in the earth

When we started traveling together, there came a point when Curt turned to me and said, “Can we just have a day when we have nothing planned? I just want to sit.”

And I said, “No. You can sit when you’re dead. I’ll staple you to a chair.”

Well, I was nicer than that. But what I mean to convey with this fictitious exchange is that when we travel, we pretty much do what I want. So when he said he wanted to go into a magma chamber, I said, “No. You can go into a magma chamber when you’re dead. I’ll throw your corpse into a fiery pit and save myself some money on the cremation.”

No, I didn’t. We went. And it was awesome.

That contraption at the top is a high-rise window-washing rig. For scale, 6-8 humans fit on that. 

Thrihnukagigur Volcano

We also visited a couple of waterfalls that day – Gulfoss and Seljalandsfoss. 

Day 3: Pig mountain glacier

If you ever need to clone me, there’s a bit of my blood on Svinafellsjokull somewhere.

“That is not a picture of a geyser, that’s just a sign!”

You are correct.

Geysir/Strokkur

Day 4: The Eastern Fjords is so extra

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Photograph by Lorem Ipsum via Unsplash

Iceland is infested with gorgeous waterfalls. 

 

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Don’t worry, s/he’s not dead. Just lazy.
Photograph by Me
Don’t worry, s/he’s not dead. Just lazy.
Photograph by Me