Ryan and I woke up in our silent Guesthouse Drangshlíð excited to start the next day of adventures. After having our quick and filling Icelandic breakfast (hello cheese), we rushed out the door to our first stop, Reynisfjara – to admire the incredible black sand beach in the small village of Vik. On a normal day, you can’t get better than a Perth beach, but the stunning volcanic sand really was one-of-a-kind.
I had pre-booked a Sólheimajökull glacier walk through Icelandic Tours before we left Perth. We were pretty unprepared, only having Nike shoes and jeans, so we were lucky (and grateful!) that the company provided us with proper boots and water proof pants! We hiked across glaciers for three hours while our guide kept us safe and told us interesting facts – like the black in the picture below is actually volcanic ash from the huge volcano eruption in 2010.
The most amazing sight, am I right?
Practically starved from stomping on the ice for three hours, we tracked down some food. Finding a place to eat is pretty difficult in this area, so you you take what you can get. Luckily, we stumbled upon THE cutest little fish and chip food truck which totally saved us from getting into the hangry zone. With mountains behind us and the sound of ginormous Skógafoss waterfall in the distance, we ate our fish and chips before heading to our next adventure.
Even though Ryan and I were absolutely knackered from our glacier hike, we jumped in the car and drove out to Fjaðrárgljúfur canyon. We didn’t know what to expect and after driving off-road for a good half hour without anyone in sight, I was starting to get a bit worried! We finally arrived, jumped out of the car and… well… we were left speechless at the how beautiful the gorge was.
Couldn’t help but take a photo of the public bathroom which fits so beautifully into the landscape.
After admiring the canyon, we drove to Kirkjugólf, also known as ‘The Church Floor’ which is an 80m expanse of hexagonal basalt slab stones. We were surrounded by Icelandic rams and could hear a waterfall in the distance. This day couldn’t get any better.
Before heading back to our guesthouse, we made one last stop at Dwarf Crags Dverghamrar, a beautiful location filled with tall columns of basalt.
The sun was hanging low in the sky for our drive home through moss-covered lava fields. That night we were lucky enough to see the Aurora Borealis dance in the sky. It was almost like watching someone painting the air with watercolour and then have it fade away. I fell asleep, absolutely shattered, watching the Northern Lights do their magic through the window of the hostel at the end of our bed.
Every morning we were greeted by the cutest little Icelandic puppy who gave us cuddles outside our guesthouse.
Heading back to Reykjavik we stopped at the enormous waterfall, Seljalandsfoss. Despite ending up drenched from the spray, it was really exciting to walk behind and hear the roar of the water.
A dip in the Secret Lagoon was too tempting to pass up. The water was so warm and almost felt thick on the skin.
We ended up a little bit lost and drove around for almost an hour trying to find somewhere for lunch, followed by getting lost again getting back to our accommodation in Reykjavik. We finally arrived back at Snorri’s Guesthouse, freshened up and then made a beeline to Solfar, the Sun Voyager sculpture at sunset followed by local beer, dinner and live music at the very hygge Kex Hostel.
We had one last day in Iceland before heading to London and I had pre-purchased tickets to the Blue Lagoon for just after lunch, so the morning was spent exploring the stinky Gunnuhvar and Seltún Geothermal areas. We stopped on the side of a quiet road to take a closer look at the moss-covered lava which lines the roads for huge expanses.
The Blue Lagoon was the last stop of our Iceland adventure. We had lunch in the cafe overlooking this view (!!) before getting changed into our bathers and slipping into the warm, silky water for a few hours.
The final night in Reykjavik was spent wandering around the town, searching for street art (the faces by Guido van Helten were a highlight) and grabbing a hotdog from the famous streetside store, Baejarins Beztu Pylsur which Ryan rated (and went back for seconds). Our time was up, I definitely wasn’t ready to leave, but London’s scones were calling us over.
Could Reykjavik be any cuter?