The scrambling track to Klif, with ropes down the slope and a beacon of light on the top. You can haul yourself up this stunning cliff along ropes and chains attached to the upper parts. That may sound a bit discouraging, but it’s well worth the effort. There’s also that incredible view of a multitude of jumbled rocks.
Blátindur is that imposing peak rising up above Herjólfsdalur, beyond the daunting peaks of Dalfjall. It takes a bit of effort to scramble up, but you’ll be rewarded with some truly jaw-dropping views. Including Blátindur casting its mighty shadow majestically into the bowl of Herjólfsdalur, if you go in the afternoon.
Herjólfsdalur is intimidatingly beautiful, whichever angle you look at it. A giant natural amphitheatre, with stupendous rocks rising up on all sides as you enter the valley. The walk along the top ridge is not to be missed. The distraction rate is very high, with a great density of spectacular sights and features.
The walk to the top of Eldfell is the one every visitor to Heimaey wants to do. The famous volcano that erupted out of nowhere in 1973. You can gawk onto the impressive lava flow that was furiously roiling & boiling only a few decades ago, and single-handedly enlarged the island by several square kilometers.
Eldfell volcano suddenly arrived in spectacular fashion on the island of Heimaey on 23 January 1973, and caused quite some upheaval. After it finished its business on July 3 of that same year, it now lies dormant and watches over the island peacefully. But occasionally it still erupts a rainbow.
I was drawn to the islands of Vestmannaeyjar at first sight. I saw their mysterious shapes on the horizon, and it was as if there’s an unexplained energy emanating out of it. I just had to go there. The landscape is incredibly beautiful, and that yearly Þjóðhátíð festival they have in August – in one word: geWELDIG!
Helgafell has sweeping views of brooding volcanoes and a heart-shaped crater. For a long time, Helgafell was the ruling volcano on Heimaey. The one that merged the chain of rocks to the north and Stórhöfði to the south into the present island, its classic volcano-shaped silhouette dominating the interior.
The elusive natural phenomenon of waterfalls of fog. I was incredibly lucky to experience this, being at the right place at the right moment when it accidently happened. Spectacular waterfalls of fog flowing over the rocks and mountains all around me. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was absolutely magical.