Snowmobiling, Jeeps and ATV's

Gullfoss is a stunning site of natural wonder in itself. So how would you like to travel from there directly to the surface of a glacier for some snowmobiling? Now you can! On this tour, a Super Jeep will pick you up from Gullfoss and drive you up onto Langjökull glacier. From there, you will embark on an hour-long tour exploring Europe’s second largest glacier. It’s a brilliant way to pack a whole lot of action into a single day.

Glacier Snowmobiling from Gullfoss

Snowmobile is arguably the best way to take a tour of a glacier, and this trip provides exactly that. In this tour, you will be picked up from Reykjavík and driven to Gullfoss waterfall for a brief stop. From there, you will be taken into the Icelandic Highlands, Europe’s last great wilderness, until you reach Langjökull glacier, the second largest glacier in Europe. After gearing up in warm glacier overalls, gloves and helmets, our guides will teach you how to operate a snowmobile (don’t worry; it’s dead easy and requires little skill), which you will need for touring the surface of this magnificent glacier. If the weather permits, you may be able to see as far afield as Hofsjökull glacier, in the middle of the Highlands, Kerlingafjöll mountain range, and much more. Fast, fun and available all year round. A highly recommended tour.

Disclaimer: All glacier and adventure trips are undertaken on the responsibility of its participants. Arctic Adventures does not assume any responsibility for accidents that are caused by its customers or can be traced to their own actions. Participants have to sign a waiver before undertaking all trips stating that they realise that all outdoor activities carry an inherit risk.

Glacier Snowmobiling from Reykjavik

## Only In Iceland – Winter Snorkelling At Silfra 

“Greig, do you want to go snorkelling?” I was asked by a colleague, recently. “It’s mid-December!” I retorted. “You must be joking!”

As it turns out, it most definitely wasn’t a joke, and since this is Iceland, it most definitely wasn’t regular snorkelling either. It was snorkelling in 2°C water, between the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates with Arctic Adventures. But before my date with the ice—and perhaps with destiny—at the Silfra fissure in Þingvellir National Park, the company’s Black and Blue Tour would first show me fire at the Leiðarendi cave, where magma flowed over 2,000 years ago.

#### Black

Leiðarendi, meaning “end of the road”, is a 900-metre-long circular lava tube near a volcanic crater south-east of Hafnarfjörður. First mapped in 1992, the cave was named after the carcass of a several-hundred-years-old sheep found inside, which presumably got lost and couldn’t work out how to escape.

When we arrived, we were greeted by a stunning sunrise; the winter morning’s pink and blue hues accentuated by the desolate white-out of the snowy landscape. After navigating the cave’s treacherous, icicle-ridden entrance, the magma-smoothened walls and the ashen floor could be appreciated, with both serving as a reminder of the chaos that once occurred within. The ceiling, comprised of myriad drip stalactites, strangely resembled the wood-chip wallpaper your grandma used to have, only beautiful and igneous, not trashy.

In the second phase of the tour, we crawled through some of the more intricate, claustrophobic formations, before turning off our flashlights and immersing ourselves in complete darkness. When a whole 30 seconds had passed, the group became paralysed by fear that crawlers from ‘The Descent’ would emerge and we turned our flashlights back on, and briskly headed for the exit.

#### Blue

Next came the pièce de résistance. After a short break for lunch and a 30 minute drive, it was time to do the unthinkable. In the biting -10°C midwinter, we layered up, pulled on our drysuits and mentally prepared ourselves for the plunge. On went the flippers, de-misting spit was applied to the goggles, and we were ready to go. “What am I doing?” I pondered.

I flopped into the stinging water and began to float along with the gentle current, face-down, the drysuit acting as a buoyancy. From the moment I disembarked the pier, Silfra’s beauty became apparent. If it hadn’t been so punishingly cold, the sublime, jagged rock formations could have convinced me that I was wearing a VR headset. “I know I’m awake, but it feels like I’m in a dream,” I thought.

When the ridge’s 18 metre depth was fully revealed, the previously turquoise shades descended into total darkness. For a few uncomfortable moments, I snapped out of my state of childlike mesmerisation and felt like I was a naive horror film protagonist, who after being lulled into a false sense of security, was about to be eaten. Thankfully, any ancient river monsters lurking beneath were kept at bay, probably by the terrifying presence of floundering, clueless foreigners such as myself.