Photo Essay by Holly Farrier & Video by Ollie White-Smith
Towards the end of winter, my friends and I spent six days driving around Iceland, beginning in Reykjavik, touring the traveller-adored ‘Golden Circle’ and continuing on into the country’s south, ending our journey at Heima Holiday Cabins, which is found amidst mountains in the middle of nowhere. It was here that we witnessed the celestial wonder of the Northern Lights - twice in a row.
Some days we drove aimlessly, taking in the otherworldly landscapes, spotting cabins buried in snow beside traditional Icelandic churches. Other days, we set out on missions with a planned itinerary, seeing black beaches, frozen craters and plenty of waterfalls. We gazed, ate and swam in geothermal pools in negative temperatures. Driving back to the airport at our journey’s end our hearts were full yet we were sad to leave our trusty car behind, a stoic little vehicle that had allowed us to see so much. Boarding the plane, we were already planning our next road trip adventure.