Thursday, May 25, 2017
Just as I was getting well adjusted to Iceland, my week long trip was coming to an end. I found my self dumbfounded in awe, (for lack of a better description), at the amount of pressure and forces that tear the island apart (tectonic plates and volcanoes), and the freezing temperatures of glaciers that regulate the climate for the rest of the world.
From Reykjavík, the beautiful capitol city on the western coast, I drove to the far south-east to Jökuslárlón, a glacier lagoon that spills into the Atlantic Ocean. Hours upon hours driving alone in the pristine countryside, if it weren't for the sound of my car traveling on the road, you would most likey hear the ever present Icelandic moss grow. 64.0784° N, 16.2306° W is its coordinates. For me its the beginning and the end in an endless cycle. Birth, death, and rebirth.