Iceland’s Intrigue

2898km in a rusty Toyota through ice, fire and stone

We were pursuing the reindeer. We had first spotted them when we swerved our 4X4 off a dirt path that ran parallel to the black sanded beach, trying get a shot of the ice-cold surf break out at sea. I glanced over at a moving trail of shadows furtively moving along the shore, almost imperceptible against the dark earth. It was a herd of eight…