Extracts from our travel diary:
Matthias: The tracks and roads on the way to our first destination (Kerlingarfjöll) take us past bizarre, desert-like lunar landscapes. We stop at the Gullfoss, Iceland’s most famous waterfall, and are amazed by the huge amount of water.
Refreshed by the spray, we drive on. Arriving in Kerlingafjöll, we unpack the rucksacks in our cosy, green troll’s hut, up in the highlands. After tea and biscuits, it's off for the first hike.The tracks and roads on the way to our first destination (Kerlingarfjöll) take us past bizarre, desert-like lunar landscapes. We stop at the Gullfoss, Iceland’s most famous waterfall, and are amazed by the huge amount of water.
Refreshed by the spray, we drive on. Arriving in Kerlingafjöll, we unpack the rucksacks in our cosy, green troll’s hut, up in the highlands. After tea and biscuits, it's off for the first hike.
Claudia: We walk through landscape made of red volcanic rock. It’s ice-cold and we're certainly glad for our spontaneous shopping spree to buy Icelandic woolly hats. Whenever we see a few sheep, we quietly salute them for having such warm wool.
Ten minutes later and everywhere we look there is steam coming from the geysers; it smells of sulphur. We follow a vague path, cross a stream, the only route indicator we see is an arrow made of stones. There is still snow lying wherever we look. The cold whiteness provides a strange harmony with the red and brown tones in the cliffs.