Below me I can see the ocean. In front of me I can see the ocean. It’s raining and I’m standing on tufts of sodden growth that have crept up between the cracks of volcanic rock.
I’m wearing a transparent plastic cape to shield me from the rain. It’s not mine but I accept the offer from my friend who is much more practical than I could ever wish to be. I look like an idiot. I believe nothing screams Asian tourist louder than an Asian tourist wearing a transparent waterproof cape.
I’m standing up here, amid the roar from the sea and in the air, with the wind encircling my body, causing my flimsy, plastic cape to rise up and flap around me like a wailing seagull. Enough. I take it off and screw it into my backpack. Immediately I feel calm and closer to nature.
Everything is new for me, but everything is how it’s always been. Not much would have changed up here. There are a few people around but I’m glad I am alone. My friend is somewhere in the distance. I want to share this experience with nobody. I want to be alone with the sea until at least, I return back to the car and the music is turned on again. Earth, Wind, and Fire has been playing on the stereo, we are in the Land of Fire and Ice after all.
The sea rears up and crashes down into foamy bubbles against the cliff and unusual rock formations jutting up from below the sea. Nothing looks normal in Iceland. It’s a place created by something that isn’t a man but also not a woman, maybe a wizard on an acid trip.
No wonder they say over half of Iceland’s population believe in trolls, if I stayed here any longer I’d believe it myself. I’d believe in fairies, unicorns and eight-legged dragons too. Anything is possible here.
To my right is the beach. Black like the night. Where the waves fold into it and wash up on the shore leaving a white trace before sizzling and dissolving slowly into the black sand until it happens again. I stay and watch the waves move back and forth until I’m disrupted by the voice of my friend.
“If you were going to kill yourself, would you rather set yourself on fire or drown?” he asked.
“Drown. Without a doubt” I reply.
“Me too. You’d get knocked unconscious within moments”
“Yes, far less painful and far more beautiful”
Then I begin to wonder if anyone has ever come here to die before. A place as moody and beautiful as this is made for that sort of thing.
For a moment I think about my own mortality.
My friend begins walking back to the car but I can’t seem to move my feet. I call out that I won’t be long but the truth is that I don’t want to leave. I could spend forever looking at the ocean, or looking for more treasures between the rocks and undergrowth. Leave me behind! I am happy here! Head on without me!
I take one last look at the ocean, the strange volcanic rock formations, and take a deep breath before turning my back.
Where? Djúpalónssandur is located on the eastern foot of the Snæfellsnes peninsula in west Iceland.
How? By Car. Iceland doesn’t have trains so the best way to explore it is always by car.
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