I can’t be the only person who travels around pristine fjord regions and begins to daydream about escaping to a cute fishing village, to live out my days reading, writing and walking in the hills. It’s not just me, right? In my daydream, my village of choice has a restaurant a lot like Isafjordur’s Tjoruhusid (“The Tar House”).
Laufskalarett in North Iceland: After having spent the summer in the wild, the herd of 550 horses is driven towards Laufskalarett pen to be reunited with their owners. “I grew up in the shadow of Trollaskagi (“Troll Peninsula”). At 1,213 m (3,980 ft), Sulur – one of the peninsula’s many mountains – rises over Akureyri.”