On the way to Langjökull. Iceland's "longest" glacier as well as the first of the three large ones that will disappear in this century. Scientists often predict it has about 50 years left, I highly doubt it will last that long. #climatechangeisreal
Cooking a new video from cold Iceland ❄️. First day I couldnt shoot anything cause of the snow storm but next couple of days were insane. Waterfall Seljalandsfoss is a lovely place to lose a drone in -10*C without having a hat or gloves. More in the video, stay connected.
The power of nature💫
It's the typical sulphur smell in #Iceland
How beautiful is this canyon😍 We got stuck in Vik because of blocked roads but we decided to see if we could get to the nearest cool spot on my list. It was quite a ride but I am very happy we went to Fjadrargljufur. It is such an amazing place. We could barely stand because there was so much wind and some cars even got stuck because they didn't have a four wheel drive. Missing Iceland!❄️
Not if, but when you visit Iceland, go in September, when the prices and tourists are down, but the weather is fine, and the Northern Lights emerge from their summer slumber. And explore it in a camper van, such as this. It afforded us the flexibility to travel the Ring Road at our own pace. When we were blown away by something, we spent extra time, not tied down to an itinerary. When we fatigued, we literally pulled over and slept. With a population of 300,000, 90% of whom reside in the capital, this otherworldly 40,000 sq. mile island is eerily desolate in the offseason. When the forecasted KP-index reached 3, and the cloud cover disappeared in the far northeast corner of the island, for just a single night, we opted to go for it- we drove 7 hours across nothingness, and stopped when the road would not let us venture further north, just a few miles from the Arctic Circle. At 1AM in an expansive field, Mother Nature blessed us, and no one else, with an unobstructed, unscripted, and overwhelming display, a modern dance of green, pink, and white. I don't own a lens that can fill the sky and horizons in four directions, but it wouldn't have done justice anyway. Mesmerizing us for almost an hour, it concluded as abruptly as it began. No encore. Awe turned to fatigue; we climbed into the van and fell asleep, changed from the experience.
We stomped through mud that came up to the tops of our boots, slid down slick ridges of earth, ignored the warnings of muddy hikers heading back to their cars after quitting half way, and clung to branches and whatever we could get our hands on to shimmy up the next hill. And after 2 hours we finally made it. Not the biggest waterfall and certainly not the most well known. But having this place to ourselves and the accomplishment of making it when others turned back made this my favorite waterfall of the whole trip.