In general, it’s been an amazing trip. In some ways, though, the highlight came before I even set foot on Icelandic soil. On the way over, the Aurora Borealis was visible out my plane window. With a touch of desperate improvisation, I managed to coax some half-decent shots of the lights (and the wing of our plane) from my battered PowerShot S45. You can see them up on Flickr, along with a few of the better shots from our Wednesday trip through the Icelandic countryside (in the general photostream). The actual aurorae were nowhere near as green to the eye as what’s seen in the photos, but more of a silver-blue phosphorescence with maybe a little tiny hint of green. It was hard to judge, looking through a plastic airplane window while trying to block out cabin light enough to see them.
That’s not to minimize the beauty of this country, however. There is a bleak and wild character that’s hard for me to resist, even as I know I’d never survive the dark of deepest winter here. Much as I love landscapes, and Iceland has those in spades, the people are the best part: friendly and accepting in a way that’s still proud and reserved. It’s hard to explain. Moreover, they do know how to party.
My deepest thanks to all our hosts for letting me be a part of IceWeb, and I hope I get to return some time in the future. Takk!