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We couldn’t come to Iceland without visiting a thermal pool, especially since almost every community – no matter how tiny – has one. But they aren’t always very inspiring.
We arrived here with the intention of paying to enter, but the man we met inside had other plans for us. He came to the entry way wearing a jacket, swim trunks and large orange rubber boots.
He gave us directions to a natural hotspring just down the valley. All we had to do was go up the hill before going down the hill, turn left, along the fence, over the bridge, over the gate, over the hill, along the river, and voilà! Sounds easy, right?
Photo by Eric Guth.