My alarm blared, indicating 5am had finally come. It had been a long and restless night, waking up every half an hour and barely getting back to sleep. I struggled with my suitcase, urging it up the stairs and into my boot with tired muscles. I blasted the heaters and swept snow from my car, warming my hands on a cup of tea as I set off on the four hour drive. In the darkness of night, it was easy to see how ominous and surreal this landscape could be. Paling white clouds of steam or fog oozed up from the ground, as if a mass of spirits had ascended from beneath the earth. I didn’t see another vehicle for about an hour and enjoyed the solitude as I made my way across the south coast. Snowploughs started to emerge and I saw the heavy cloud covering the horizon. Before long, I was enveloped by the snow once again, and watched powder whirl up in my rearview mirror as I carved out some fresh tracks.
Nearing the coastal town of Vík, the wind gusts got up to 80mph, snowdrifts and blizzard mixing together and pummelling the side of my car. It was unrelenting for another hour and a half, and I sighed in relief as I got away from the storm. The sun had risen fully by now, the sky unbelievably different, bright and blue as I reached my destination. I ate some Skyr and started to layer up with my snow gear and before long, Ryan and the group had arrived. I was thrilled when I heard back from Hidden Iceland as I knew they were not only passionate about the landscape, but about preserving it too. They hold a number of small and private hire trips, showing off some of the most remarkable and breathtaking places around Iceland, whilst informing us about how quickly things are changing too. Ryan’s passion really shined through with the sheer wealth of knowledge he held, his energy and enthusiasm contagious. He’s recently written a piece about the effects of climate change on glaciers, you can read the full article here.Read More