Iceland Times

Growing up amidst the city streets of Reykjavík and smiling at the opportunities.

At the Langá

Our vikings wait for mama - the ace angler who just landed a 63cm salmon.

Taking the Hill

Your brothers are the focus of your attention as you push yourself forward on the lush hills below the slowly setting sun.

Not Without Conflict

We are here in a historic time. The fact that Iceland has indebted the unborn generations to come has not gone unnoticed.

þakgil

Bathed in afternoon sun, we searched for small pebbles in the shadows of the tall rocks.

Cereal in a Cave

Þakgil. A tough name to pronounce, but a wonder of nature conceived. Despite the adventures toiled on its 14k of mountainous roads, we enjoyed the jagged peaks around us, the midnight seranade of icelandic melodies and perhaps most of all - breakfast in a cave. Now hopefully we can make it out of here on our spare tire!

Trailhead 8

Our new tent is up and in effect. We are safely settled in at the Hamrar campsite just up the road from Akureyri. We are anticipating little sleep on this the shortest night of the year. We are just 1 degree and 21 minutes away from the arctic circle and are itching to soak ourselves in dew at 05.45 gmt tomorrow morning. Abrazos al sol!