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I was entering the Eldhraun, a landscape straight out of a fantasy film and a serious reason to rethink one´s opinion about the fact that the Icelandic constitution officially recognizes the existence of magic creatures like elves. Had the passage of the Skeidararsandur been hypnotic became the drive through the Eldhraun hallucinating, especially with the late evening – it was already close to midnight – light.
Large lava fields cross the coastal plain here, covered in up to twenty-centimetre-thick layers of moss and thus creating a fantastic landscape unknown to continental Europe. Like so often there were very few opportunities to stop the van besides the road, so I kept driving in the last light of the day in a trance-like state until I reached Myrdalsandur. Just outside town some new oddities popped up in the form of cone shaped – and of course moss-covered – hills which soon merged into the moss-covered lava fields again, while the bordering mountain range more and more consisted of mysterious rock formations.
It was too dark now and I was too tired to carry on and so I left the road at the next opportunity and spent the night at a parking within another enigmatic landscape.
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