Tuesday. We squeezed adventure out of the whole day, and crossed as much of the island as we will this trip. Fueled with instant chicken curry meals and BRAUD bread we set our faces Eastward. We pulled off for a gorgeous view into a valley where we could see our first geothermal vents steaming on a hillside. The terrain through the south coast was constantly changing from black ashy to mossy hills, to snow.
We could see waterfalls coming off the cliffs, and birds venturing out from the cliff line. We went in front of and around Seljalandsfoss, up a million stairs to the top of Skogafoss, and along the river up to and behind Kvernufoss (which is a lesser known one that we had to ourselves!). We found the end of rainbow at that last one, which inspired happy dances and laying down in sun kissed hobbit moss listening to water rush by.
From there we pulled out into the ashen wasteland and joined a hundred or so other pilgrims marching a great distance to see the skeletal remains of an airplane on the black sands of Solheimasandur beach.
At this point our adventures and taken up most of the day and we realized we had hours more to drive to our hotel. Tired and satisfied we pressed on into a long sunset and full moonrise to Hotel Smyrlabjorg out in the middle of nowhere. We made a quick stop at the glacier lagoon (Jokulsarlon) because we couldn't handle how amazing it looked.