The Land Of Ice

“Are you crazy to go there in winter?!”

My colleague said he is a “sun person” and would never go to Iceland in winter. I’m very sorry for him. Winter is exactly when you want to go there (although now, visiting it in summer is another goal of mine).

Yet another relatively unplanned trip for me. I never dreamed to travel to Iceland. “What did I lost on that remote piece of civilization?” I knew only that it’s cold there and that absolutely nothing is happening, except those news about the Eyjafjallajökull a couple of years ago. But here I sat at my computer, on the same day I finally got my new passport, going through the booking steps on the Icelandair website.

This was a crazy weekend! Sometimes I felt like in a state of dream. Everything was a pattern breaker. All was new, unexperienced.

The ice cold winds, the black sand beaches, the endless snow, the ancient glaciers, the almighty waterfalls, the “diamond” beaches covered by big pieces of ice, the “sneaky deadly waves” of the Atlantic Ocean, the day long sunrise (or sunset, if you wish), volcano craters, the unpredictable geysers, the “pure” horses, which once leave the country can never come back, the natives of an European country perfectly speaking English with an excellent American accent, the psychedelic trolls on the pack of milk.

Now the culmination point you might find cliche, but those polar lights are unlike anything I have ever experienced!

If you want to climb the Eiffel Tower, you go to Champ de Mars in Paris, if you want to visit the Sagrada Familia, you go to Carrer de Mallorca 401 in Barcelona, if you want to drink fresh Alpenmilch in the Berchtesgaden National Park, you know where exactly those Alms are located.

But the Aurora is a different story. You have to hunt it! You have to drive out of the “civilization”, away from the city lights. You don’t know where. Somewhere you think there are no clouds. And if you see the clear sky full of stars, don’t be too quick to celebrate. It can change in a nick of time. You have to be in the right place, in the right moment. And if you have luck on the second attempt, you will stay in that Icelandic wind, realise that what you see is real and be amazed.

I wish with all my heart, Dear Reader, that you have an opportunity to visit this island out of this world and that you will have same great weather as on the last weekend!

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