Myvatn Home

So here we are in Myvatn, reunited with the parentals and back on track for our *original* pre-glacial plan. Dory and I start our day with a quick jog down to the lookout at Dettifoss before meeting our dive and snorkel guide Arnar at a local hotel.

Here we find out that not only are we the only 2 people on his tour today, but we are also his first dive tour of the Nesgja fissure. They call this the Silfra of the north, and I can see why. It was a beautiful dive and a lot of fun to be back underwater but without the crowds of Silfra, and even better to have Dory snorkelling along with us just a few meters above.

After the first snorkel/dive, we move to a local shallow lake for a snorkel over the bubbling sands. Although we are still in dry suits, the water temperature here is a much more pleasant 17 deg as we enjoy yet another example of Iceland's unique and active geology.

After that it was off to a quick jog around Horseshoe Canyon. At this point you've probably picked up the theme of jogging, but that's because Rob's master plan is usually busy enough (and dare I say good) to begin with, but then Dory and I decide to add some more adventurous flavours like scuba dives, whilst refusing to have FOMO by missing any part of the original plan- hence running.

The first hot springs of the Myvatn area are the Geosea thermal baths in Husavik. What better way to relax after a hectic morning in (significantly) colder water!

That evening we decide to stay up all night to prove the sun really never goes down. The photo below was taken at ~1am, when the sun was lowish in the sky, just before it started going back up again.

The next "day" we set off up the hill you can see in the distance which is actually the Hverfjall crater, which Mike and I proceeded to walk around.

Next stop a cave with near boiling water (naturally occurring) inside. Naturally David decided to jump over the water and rock climb out a different (very unconventional) exit, much to the surprise of onlookers.

After that was what Dory affectionately named the "stink plains". Aka an area of high geothermal activity, including bubbling mud and rotten egg gas. Disgusting, but spectacular none the less.

Our final stop before leaving the area was the Myvatn thermal baths.

Here we enjoyed many an Aperol spitz before eventually being cut-off by the in-bath bar. But this was not before we managed to leave our sunglasses, which my parents had to go back and get for us in the morning (once the below photographic evidence has alerted to us to their resting place).

And just like that, it was back to Reykjavik.