Its inhabitants are a mass of grotesque eccentricity. Its history is written in sagas, a litany of murder and killings. The country is littered with volcanoes, glaciers and arctic snowstorms. In short, Iceland is the adventure playground for freeriders. The countryside lies in a pale twilight.
Volcanoes rise out of the clouds and the smell of sulfur is heavy in the air.
The landmarks here are called the Ring of Fire, Dark Castle, or, shorter and more to the point, Hell. Welcome to lava land. The wind chills us as it sweeps across the land and we make pit stops to warm up at the hot springs that emit heat, and are scattered throughout the land like hot burners of a stove. For four months a year this land remains in the darkness. Then it is spring on the Arctic Circle.