After a tumultuous yet bewitching 48 hours of exploration, we had seen our fair share of waterfalls, rainbows and ever changing landscapes from mountains to desert planes and ocean beaches.
But today we tiredly decided to press on a little deeper into Iceland's mystical landscape lucky enough to discover a bone chilling view.
After plodding over a crest of sand dunes we found ourselves at the base of a labyrinth of ice, Europe's largest glacier, Jökulsarlon.
Finding it difficult to part our eyes from the impressive backdrop we set up camp along the rocky shoal.
That evening we enjoyed the views and the sunset, took our photographs and stared on in pleasurable awe. But in the early morning, before anyone woke and any birds had yet to stir, I ventured out for a walk and sat along the shore. I found myself in that moment surrounded by an unimaginable sense of stillness as I stared off into the vast depths of the glacier. The icebergs moved gracefully yet boldly to and fro. Ballerinas in an impromptu ballet.
Somehow the silence echoed. The morning was vastly still, until icebergs glided into each other and reverberated loudly on the empty beach.
And so we head forth into more unknown and KEEP EXPLORING!