Iceland, the experience is the destination.
Iceland’s current tourism slogan does a very good job of summing up my feelings of my most recent adventure. The destination was the experience there is really nothing more to say.
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It started with my flight landing in Keflavic airport around 4:30 in the afternoon during an early winter evening. From the windows in the plane I could see I was landing on an island that had a landscape I had never seen in real life. Yes, part of it seemed lunar, like the cliché goes but other parts were simply otherworldly. I did check out some pictures before my trip but on this occasion photos don’t do it entirely justice.
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I picked up my luggage and finished the paperwork for my rented Suzuki 4×4 and was out into the cold Icelandic night by 5:00 p.m. The snowy landscape had disappeared into a dark artic night. It was 1° Celsius and my next stop was Reykjavik. My advance planning did not distinguish between Keflavic and the capital. I rode around the small village for fifteen minutes before I realized the country’s largest city must be bigger than a few roads running east and west. I made my way back to the main highway and followed the signs to my first destination.
Want to read more about my trip or do you just want to see the pictures? If you want to read more write me,  if you want to see the pictures go here. (It may take a minute for the slideshow to load.)