In 2012, I went on a journey - it can only be described as such - across Iceland. As soon as you land in Reykjavik,
the capital, you can feel that something is different.
The magic of Iceland, it must be said, begins when you leave the capital and see the spectacular landscape.
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The parliament of Iceland began assembling at Þingvellir, on Law Rock, in 930 AD. Today they meet in a
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We stayed one night in Höfn, a tiny fishing village on the south-eastern coast.
The only thing that could be heard in the night was the ocean. |
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In the Black House of Ólafsvík, we met a lady claiming to have come from
Italy. Over a cup of coffee, she told us many local tales, and sent us on our quest to find whales and trolls at
the end of the earth. |
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