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!
De Vestmannaeyjar eilanden trokken me aan vanaf het eerste gezicht. Ik zag hun mysterieuze silhouetten en het was alsof er een onverklaarbare energie uit opborrelde. Ik moest er gewoon heen. Het landschap is niet van deze wereld, en dat jaarlijkse Þjóðhátíð festival dat ze in augustus hebben – in één woord: geWELDIG!
My first visit to Iceland was a short trip to see a concert of Sigur Rós. Little did I expect to be blown away in more ways than one. I got lost in some of the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen, full of steaming fields and craggy mountains with countless waterfalls tumbling from their hallucinating green edges.
Mount Taranaki on the north island of New Zealand. The mythical mountain that is obscured from view most days of the year, shrouded by its own low-hanging clouds. But now it stood there, clearly visible, and beckoning in all its glory. I literally skidded to a halt, and changed my course there & then. It was calling me and I had to go.