Iceland Diaries Post #4

Imagine cruising at 110kmph on the super scenic ring road trying to absorb the splendid countryside vistas. You drive in complete silence and utter awe…even the GPS lady has taken a break…when suddenly out of nowhere a shrill scream, “STOPPP…horsies, gorgeous horsies”!! Brakes were slammed, some not-so-nice pleasantries exchanged! It was explained for probably the 12th time that one cannot just ‘stop’ in the middle of a high speed highway blah blah. But all one cared about were those pure beauties! And for the 12th time, the car was turned to revert back to the above said spot! (smile) It’s the only way to describe the overwhelming heart-melt moment that behooves the iconic and graceful Icelandic horse. 

The Icelandic Horse is legendary and part of a culture that’s died out in many other parts of the world. Brought to Iceland by the Vikings in the 9th and 10th centuries, it is one of the oldest and purest breeds of horse in the world. During our drive it didn’t take us long before we saw plenty of horses running free all over the volcanic terrain. 

What I learned from a local Icelander is that the horse is like a status symbol, not in the sense of wealth as it might be in other cultures, but an indication of taste and discernment. “If you have a horse that lifts high, it gives you something, it becomes part of your identity” he said. “Its like owning a car, not just any, more like a Ferrari”. More than that, Icelanders talk about the connection to earth; about a long, shared history; about the horse’s unique character. Riding, for them, is a way to connect to the inhospitable yet stunning terrain. Its in their blood and integral to their being. 

Grazing into the wild expansive terrain, there's just something about these gentle giants that draws you in, their big eyes, their personalities, the long shaggy coats and adorable thick manes and forelocks (bangs). Oh! Those gorgeous bangs! Gleaming in the filtered sun on lush green wind-swept meadows, there couldn’t be a prettier sight to behold. These are the precise moments in the late afternoon, under a sun that refuses to set, when suddenly in the middle of nowhere, it’s just us, the horses, and the wild landscape of which, we finally, feel a part.

Iceland Diaries Post #3

You are not in the mountains…the mountains are in you! Many years back, I was asked what I would pick if the choice was between the mountains and the beach. My heart always knew. However, if there was even an iota of doubt, Iceland emphatically cleared it!
Words like grandiose, imposing and majestic don’t come close to defining the mountains here. They behave like intense protagonists with deep and numinous stories to tell. And this they do with so much drama and theatrics, it’s unreal. They are young (relatively speaking) but each with distinct personalities.

Many of Iceland’s mountains were born as magma under massive ancient glaciers, and so were stunted into mesa-type shapes. The tallest is just about 2000 meters , that’s less than quarter the height of Everest. Others are the remnants of ages-old weather-worn cone volcanoes that today are stunning reminders of the powerful forces that created the very alive and always-expanding island of Iceland.

Although I don’t know them by name, in my mind and imagination they helped shape a story, with twisted plots, some dark and deep, some light and airy, some mushy and soft but always accompanied with a strong narrative, an unequivocal presence and a resounding statement. The interplay of sky, water, clouds and mountains were like the clash of titans, each unforgiving and unrelenting in its stature. It made for stunning imageries that only fueled the imagination further!

Iceland Diaries Post #2

 I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I told you that we saw nearly a 1000 waterfalls during our trip to Iceland, yes that was no typo…One thousand!! Small… tall… gigantic and every size in between. Literally I could create an album titled Chasing Waterfalls and that would be one way to describe our trip! 
But there are a few that stand out as quite exceptional and epitomizes the raw beauty of Iceland.

Gullfoss (pics 1 and 2) is one of them. You hear its roar even before you see it building so much anticipation. This is where the Hvita river thunders into a 2km long canyon with enough force to send spray bellowing hundreds of meters skywards. Prepare to get soaked, what fun is it otherwise?

Dettifoss (pic 3) – Europe’s largest and most powerful waterfall in terms of volume can be heard from a mile away. The size and scale of the mammoth waterfalls minimizes everything around it. There are many viewing platforms and pathways to admire its beauty from. You cannot avoid getting soaked…note I said ‘soaked’, not ‘wet’! Waterproof clothing from head to toe is a must.

 Skogafoss (pic 4) - is a justifiably dramatic curtain of a waterfall that cascades nearly 60 meters from a plateau. The flat gravel riverbed in front of the plunge pool is the closest you can hope to get to before getting blown off by the outward blast of air caused by the force of falling water.

Godafoss (pic 5)

Spot the people in the pictures to get a reference of the sheer magnitude of these thunderous falls.

Iceland Diaries Post #1

If you arm twisted me to describe Iceland in a word, it would be - Indescribable!
Words simply don’t do justice to describe a place where every turn unfolds drama, mystic and majestic panoramas of natural wonders.
It’s a battlefield hosting a centuries-long scrimmage between fire and ice, where unpredictable weather makes it seem like four seasons have passed in the course of five minutes.
It is a land of baffling, beautiful contradictions. How do you explain a place that’s both archaic and constantly changing? Where lava meets ice? That’s both lush with greenery and a frozen tundra? That’s electrifying and calming at the same time?
No words, not even photographs can describe what it feels to be there. Its terrain is to be witnessed and the many life altering moments, to be experienced. Carry with you a child-like wonder, keep an intrepid sense of adventure, step boldly out of your comfort zone and you’ll experience Iceland in its raw and purest form. Will share a few pictures but I'll say again, Iceland - It’s indescribably beautiful.
Picture taken at Gerduberg - an impressive wall of Basalt Columns forming geometric patterns in the cliffs.