The ice-burgs of Iceland
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Our second day in Iceland started with a back-track. We had been too tired the night before to visit the black sand beaches near Vik, so we drove back over the lava fields and through the lupins to Dryholaey. The beach was stunning, high black cliffs, twisted basalt shapes, arctic sea terns wheeling in the sky. We also stopped at Nupssadir to see traditional Icelandic houses built under the green turf. In this region Iceland was all green, glowing with fertility. The adorable Icelandic lambs (always in pairs) were everywhere, and herds of handsome Icelandic horses grazed serenley.
From Dryholaey we drove to Skaftafell National Park, home of the largest glaciers in Europe.
The lagoon looked just like Antarctica, a perfect blue sky and blue water, filled with ice crystals, shaded from white to blue (with streaks of black from when volcanic ash fell on the snow thousands of years ago when the ice formed).
From Skaftafell we drove through to Djupivogur on the east coast of Iceland. A few times we stopped to watch the adorable lambs and horses, tramping across farmland to look at old ruined farm buildings (Iceland has a "right to roam" law, so there is no trespassing). The final few kilometres were along the stunning fjords of the coast, with the golden light of the fading sun lighting up the steep mountains and cold oceans.