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| Icelandic places are like Sri Lankan surnames. Hard to read. Impossible to pronounce. |
Lava fields are everywhere in Iceland and I think
they’re great. Michael, Gabi & I
caught a bus to the edge of town to go for a bit of a tramp around. From a distance it looks like a rocky, barren
terrain. But upon closed inspection is
filled with fauna in miniature. A thick
carpet of mosses in varying shades of grey, green and orange. Tiny flowers that bloom even in the middle of
winter. Grasses of a myriad of colours
flattened by the winds.
The moss is so thick and soft that when you have a
sneaky lay down you could close your eyes and believe you’re on a pile of
cushions. Trolls like to have their naps
in lava fields.
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| Napping like a troll |
The day we went was sunny but had an icy wind. You could hear ice crunching underfoot and
all the puddles were frozen over in crazy patterns. The lava fields continued down to the beach, dark
grey-green water lapping coldly against black rocks and there were a number of derelict
buildings spotted here and there over the landscape. A bit of a photographer’s paradise.
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great photo's!
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