Summary
OUR LITTLE CONVOY OF ROUGH-terrain quad bikes snarled its way over black volcanic sand, a bleak, wind-scoured landscape studded with rocky pinnacles and patrolled by skuas. In our overalls, helmets and anti-grit face masks, we looked like the cast of a science fiction movie, exploring another world - and the Icelandic landscape, at times, can indeed be like another planet.
We dipped down to the sea: the black shore and the roiling green breakers only needed Death playing chess with a knight to render it straight out of The Seventh Seal although, shortly afterwards, the scenario became more Spielberg than Bergman as we had a close encounter with the sand-blasted fuselage of an old US Navy Dakota, which made a forced landing here, on the black flats of Slheimasandur, back in the 1950s.See the full content of this document
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Blow Your Mind
Such scenery can become a state of mind. Even coming in to land at Keflavik on our flight from Glasgow, looking down, the impression was of a quasi-lunar landscape of undulating bogland punctuated by abrupt hills and craters, and, of course, by mysterious plumes of steam.
Our short, midsummer visit left us with an impression of what one can only describe as rugged weirdness, and muc...See the full content of this document
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