Iceland is a land of woahs and aaahhs and ooohhs. Every corner, every stop, every landscape change, every mountain range that comes to sight, every snowy expanse, every single thing is an absolute stunner, an absolute wonder (gosh, our drive alone was enough to rival the Aurora Borealis’ effect on me).
One of these is Jökulsárlón. I am awed by anything icy and snowy. But I think anyone who isn’t even into ice and snow cannot help but be floored by the sublime existence of this place.
Located in Southeast Iceland, sandwiched in between long drives through a landscape of nothing but white, white, white (heaven!!), Jökulsárlón is most commonly known as Iceland’s most famous glacier lagoon. It’s been featured on numerous travel bucket lists by Conde Nast, The New York Times, BBC — and rightly so.
It was not on my bucket list but if I had known about it before the trip, it would have definitely been a top must-check.
The lagoon is a scene straight out of National Geographic. Eerily but gloriously still, serene, majestic, a masterpiece.
Icebergs of all shapes and sizes that have broken off from the Vatnajökull Glacier just quietly floating about against a background of white and blue magnificence, like diamonds sprinkled on water, some washed ashore.
My husband I took a moment to soak it all in.
We found a spot away from all the other awed tourists/adventurers. We sat in silence, looked out into the icy distance and allowed nature to overwhelm us with its intense natural beauty. At that moment, I was really thankful to be alive, in Iceland, in that exact spot, on Earth.
…then of course, being the Asians that we were, proceeded to ask strangers to take our photo, on top of an iceberg! Well, after touching it, OF COURSE! *peace sign*
Photos, Rio Jorolan