Iceland
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Tips on How to See the Aurora
By now, you should have seen that viral article on how the chances of seeing the Northern Lights are going to dim drastically after next year. I have to admit – my first reaction was THANK GOD we saw them last year! Indeed, the quest to “hunt” down the Aurora has been one that has intrigued, and frustrated, mankind through the ages. While the truth is that the success of viewing the Aurora depends on luck more than anything else, I hope this article can help to shed some light on how to see the Aurora and optimise your chances of catching the amazing Northern or Southern Lights in action!
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Iceland Through the Local Lens: Oli
One of the things we love most about travelling is meeting people, and in the course of our travels, we have come across some truly inspiring individuals who have shown incredible passion for their country and craft. We’ve hence decided to start a feature series on some of the wonderful people we’ve had the privilege of interacting with, and allow them to share with you some insights into their jobs as well as tips and tricks on their city. Our first feature is special to us because we see him as the man who helped preserve our lives in Iceland. Oli (full name: Ólafur Schram) was our guide for five days and we honestly…
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Iceland: Where Mother Nature Knows Best
Things in Iceland didn’t quite go to plan. Our original itinerary involved us driving from Thingvellir National Park in the Southwest, across the South where the glacial lagoons were towards the east, up the East and to the Northern city of Akureyri where we could then catch a flight to see the Holuhraun eruption. It has been my dream to see live, flowing lava, and I could not think of a better opportunity to do this than with the Barbadunga volcano. We were met with winds of up to 100km/h on our first night, almost leaving us stranded with a trailer embedded in the snow and without accommodation. Thankfully our…
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Iceland: Into the White
Entering Iceland, it’s like we’re flying into a white space. For several moments, I wondered if I was a character in Jose Samarago’s Blindness, where the whiteness is just so all-encompassing and complete, like there’s nothing else that exists. I must admit there was a great sense of anticipation as to what we might see when we finally burst out of this white canvas, or if we would simply land in such conditions. All of a sudden, I saw the deep blue of the Atlantic ocean, and felt a palpable sense of relief knowing there was concrete land to be anticipated. But it wasn’t long before the land mass of…
