Today EPI and I decided to live dangerously and head out for a hike on Reykjanes peninsula, right smack in the middle of earthquake country. Most of the quakes of the last few weeks have had their epicentre just a few kilometres from where we were today and, yes, I would by lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind once or twice over the course of the 2-3 hours we were there.
Our plans for sunbathing all day at the pool were thwarted by the very conspicuous absence of sunshine. The supposedly fantastic weather we were to have this weekend had been hyped for days beforehand … and it IS relatively warm, but the sunshine appears to have been reserved for other parts of the country. Anyway, both of us were longing to get out of the city, a common state of affairs when the Icelandic summer finally rolls around. It’s the season for making the most of the amazing landscapes of this country we’re lucky enough to inhabit.
We drove for around 30 minutes [from our front door] and found ourselves in the middle of nowhere. The Reykjanes peninsula is the area you drive through on the way from the Keflavík International Airport – the landscape that from the window of a car [or bus] looks desolate, like the moon. Thing is, though, that once you go off the beaten path, it has incredible variety of colour, landscape and geology, and is, in many ways, reminiscent of the highlands. There are craters everywhere, and cone volcanoes, like the conspicuous Keilir, very visible from the capital area.
This, meanwhile, could be Keilir’s little brother:
Highlands in miniature, and not a soul around:
It’s 11°C [52F] right around midnight, the sun came up at 2:59 am and will set in a couple minutes at 12.01.