Iceland was.. mystical, magical, beautiful, amazing, every other good adjective out there. I brought enough instant film for my Instax to do a little photo series of Chris – I took one photo of him a day, in the late afternoon, portraying where we were or what we were doing at the time. Here’s one moment a day, depicting a small portion of a huge adventure.
Day 1: Vancouver airport. A little drunk, and a lot excited.
Day 2: Wandering around Reykjavik. Very Tired. Still very excited. Chris rocking his Canadian tuxedo.
Day 3: Chuck Norris Grill. Chris pretending to be Chuck Norris.
Day 4: First day of our road trip/camping trip. This is our camper. And the open road.
Day 5: We found icebergs at Jökulsárlón. One of the coolest things ever. Chris is whipping his mullet back and forth.
Day 6: An unreal view from a mountain top somewhere south of Egilsstaðir.
Day 7: On the “moon”, as we called it. A desolate, cold place. I said “smile” and Chris said, “I can’t, I’m too cold”. A few hours after this photo was taken, we watched the northern lights dance across the sky. The cold was worth it.
Day 8: Goðafoss, “waterfall of the gods”. Chris says the small little waterfall in the middle looks like it’s peeing. What?
Day 9: Camping spot near Grenivik . It was actually sunny this day. So we drank a lot of beer and explored random hobbit holes in the side of the mountain.
Day 10: Skagaströnd. It had rained all day. The sun came out just on time for us to find a camping spot. Chris is pondering.
Day 11: Drangsnes, or as Chris says, “Dragon’s Nest”. Hot pots with geothermal water beside the ocean. We had them all to ourselves. As I assume most people do, since the town consists of about three houses.
Day 12: A long day of driving. Took a break to hike up to a waterfall. Chris took off his clothes and looked into the valley below.
Day 13: Dynjandi. A super rad waterfall. Chris took off his clothes again.
Day 14: This was a day. A long day. A rainy day. A day full of driving.
Day 15: Lave fields, and huge waves. I was obsessed with the lava fields, Chris was obsessed with the waves.
Day 16: Þingvellir National Park. Things start to get weird when you’re camping for two weeks in a pretty much non-inhabited country. Things like puppet shows and plenty of hand stands ensue.
Day 17: That’s a geysir. Chris held that pose for quite a while waiting for that darn water to shoot out of the ground.
Day 18: Oh, Day 18. Stress galore due to a slight mistake in booking the wrong dates for our hotel room. But we did EVENTUALLY find a place to stay. When we got there, Chris modelled his new Icelandic sweater.
Day 19: Last day in Reykjavik. The mullet blows in the wind near the ocean.
Day 20: The blue lagoon. A magnificent place.
Day 21: The trip home.