Our exploration of the Icelandic highlands was rather limited, but what we did see was of astounding beauty.
The sceneries became even more dramatic, resembling that of lunar, and occasionally Martian landscapes. Vegetation was sparse, mostly mosses and lichens. The wind howled and dust was hurtling through the air. Yet we could not help but to love this desolate and hostile landscape. Perhaps it spoke to our inner misanthropes, made us feel that we were far, far away from civilisation and the troubles it brings.