Every evening we scurry into stylish hotels which squat low against gusting windstorms that are battering the island. While the weather rages outside we’re treated to Tamsin’s illustrated talks. She explains how geological processes are made obvious in Iceland; tectonic activity here in 1963 even created an island, Surtsey, that—at 20 miles (32 kilometers) off the coast— is easily visible from the southern shore.
Following these talks we reflect on the day’s learnings over dinners that frequently feature fresh fish from Icelandic waters, served with vegetables grown in geothermally heated hothouses. Lárus tells us a centuries-old tale of a family who abandoned their home due to geothermal activity, leaving freshly-caught shark hanging from the ceiling. When they returned weeks later the shark had dried and fermented, making it edible. This tale concluded with Lárus flourishing a small pot of fermented shark, I tried a piece while closing my nose to the strong ammonia smell, making the experience slightly more palatable.
Using superjeeps for this stretch—which look not entirely unlike Monster Trucks—we turn north from the southern section of Iceland’s encircling Route 1 and into Þórsmörk, a wide valley carpeted with vivid green moss and a wide stone riverbed. Craggy, cracked slopes rise either side, and through some of those cracks, waterfalls spill from great heights.