East Iceland Gallery
Borgarfjordur Eystri is a tiny fishing village that attracts visitors with the magical hiking routes in its surrounding mountains and a large resident puffin colony. Given that the puffins had long since departed for winter and that we had no intentions of hiking, it was just our recurrent urge to get off the Ring Road that took us there. But it turned out to be a rather memorable detour, not only for the resonant landscapes but also for another cold, wind-swept night spent outside marvelling at the play of the northern lights above us.
The hiking routes through these mountains are called the ‘Trails of the Deserted Inlets’.
High above a drowned coastal plain.
Despite the tourist brochures, we did not encounter the queen of the elves, who reputedly lives in Borgarfjordur.
No-one there but us.
So cold outside but so enticing to watch.
The next day a wrong turn led us into this grand, secluded valley.
A good place for a rest after staying up half the night to watch the northern lights.
In search of the angle that can capture it all.
After lobster rolls at the local diner, we walked into a flying saucer sunset over the distant glaciers.
Northern lights explain the reason for going to bed after midnight. So happy for you. Dad.
Wow, just when I think you can’t send even more beautiful pics, you do. Thanks for the update – quite sorry your ‘camper-van’ is gone – you provided some fun anecdotes from there :). Until next time …
More nice pic’s thanks – scenery still surprises/impresses. Sense season is changing and London gear stop appreciated ….