Rejkavik and Pingvellir
This was really an unforgettable last day for many different reasons. As we left the city to visit the Pingvellir national park, I thought we had struck a mini heatwave as temperatures reached 12.5 after a week in single figures more or less. It certainly did not last long. About 30 kilometres later, as we reached the beautiful lake Pingvellir, pronounced Thingvellir, Iceland's largest lake, the car was suddenly caught by violent wind gusts and the massive dark clouds made it clear that the heatwave would be short-lived. This idyllic scene below was spectacular, with phenomenal silvery streaks on the lake and its islands, but the wind chill was extreme as I took this picture, struggling to hold the ipad steady! Although I had walked along the incredible fissure, which is the junction between the American and Eurasian tectonic plates, two years ago, I really wanted to see it again, despite the fear of being blown over! Actually, it was surprisingly well protected so it was a...