(Post 3 of 3) It’s time for us to head to the part of Iceland which is “the most Arctic,” according to Embla. It’s off the ring road and along gravel roads. The plants we recognize from other parts of the north (crowberry!) are everywhere. Sheep, fish and an Arctic vision lie ahead in the…
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InnSæi, Snæsfellsnes, Iceland
I met an inspiring person in Reykjavik named Hrund Gunnsteinsdóttir. She is a filmmaker and a Young Global Leader with the World Economic Forum, and she was referred to me by colleagues at Lindblad Expeditions. When we met, we talked about her upcoming film about intuition called “Innsæi,“ which means the sea within. Intuition was…
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A night at the farm, Minni-Mástanga, Iceland
(Post 1 of 5) This is the Minni-Mástunga family farm, an hour and a half inland from Reykjavik. It’s the day of the annual sheep roundup which one son, Gummí, says is like a second Christmas. We have spent the day with the sheep, and now it’s time for supper. The farm’s matriarch, Olga Andreasen,…
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(Post 3 of 5) “When I will die, I want to be cremated and to have my ashes spread here.” Guðbjörg Finnbogadóttir has brought us to the canyon on her farm. We never expected something so beautiful. “Growing up in this place, a belief in elves and trolls was really great.” As a girl, Guðbjörg…
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Northern Lights, Selfoss, Iceland
11pm. Approaching Reykjavik. Clouds. Aurora. Lying on our backs in the middle of the road. Iceland, you are too good to us. Photo by Eric Guth.
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Goodbye Greenland
It’s time to leave Greenland. I am really going to miss this place. So long to the summer nights and the exquisite ice. We will meet again. I am bound for Iceland to meet some new friends, find an old friend and begin a most excellent road trip. See you there.
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(Post 5 of 5) The trail to Platåfjellet leaves from behind the church in Longyearbyen. It’s one of Pastor Leif’s favourite walks. In less than an hour you reach the ridge above town. A little further, and the magic starts.
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Looking down to the house where I’m staying on North Uist, Outer Hebrides, right before the next squall comes in. People I’ve met are so rooted to the land, and you can see why. It’s breathtaking.
