Anyone following my posts from Iceland will know that I’ve for the most part only encountered ice and thankfully no fire on my various visits. However, every now and then when visiting Iceland, you’ll come to a place where you’re made very aware just how thin the earth’s crust is where you’re standing. It may just be a whiff of hydrogen sulphide on the air (which may or may not make you hanker after an egg salad sandwich as it has frequently done to me on these trips) or you might see a column of steam rising from a mountainside.
On this latest visit, equipped with a vehicle capable of tackling one of the main mountain ‘F’ roads that crosses the interior of Iceland, I decided to visit Hveravellir, a very beautiful place of thermal springs and bubbling fumaroles.
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