Krafla
After cooking a hearty breakfast I headed south east to Myvatn which is apparently translates to midge lake and boy they aren't kidding!
I first wandered around near the geothermal plant which is set in an otherworldly moonscape. I was also reminded of tales of the wind in Iceland being strong enough to rip car doors off their hinges, thankfully not mine but it gave me a fright!
After that I headed over the mountain to the right towards Hverir which is a geothermal area related to Krafla. It was a tourist trap for sure but it was something to behold, bubbling mud puddle and streaming vents. The smell of sulphur was ever present.
Afterwards I headed up to Krafla itself. This is an old volcano the underwent a series of eruptions known as the Krafla fires. They started when I was but a few weeks old and continued sporadically for a number of years afterwards. What's left now is a jumble of volcanic rocks and the remains of the craters that spewed out the lava.
The volcanic complex is quite large so after traipsing around it I called it a day and had a rest. Now I'm checked into Bjarg camp on the north of the lake.




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