Finally, we reached one of the most impressive places I’ve seen in Iceland: the bubbling mud pots of Namafjall Hverir. This place is hell. If pictures can’t properly convey the beauty of Iceland, they can at least gives you some ideas. However there’s something they completely miss: the smell. For those mud pots, believe me, it’s a good thing. Two words: rotten eggs. To the power of ten.
Mind your steps here. If you walk past the safe areas, your foot might very well break the crust and land in one of those high temperature cauldrons.
Nonetheless, even in the middle of this mess, the surrounding landscapes are still gorgeous.
The earth is boiling, melting, cracking, smelling, hot steam continuously escapes from those emerging chimneys… This is the work of Vulcan.
