We wind our way up this winding, well-maintained gravel road, surrounded by gently rounded hills covered in a fragile-looking carpet of moss. Streams with small waterfalls meander to the left and right of the path. Through the fissured ground. The top of the pass approaches and the road climbs significantly once again. We reach the top of the pass and have a view down into the valley to the Beruffjord. Our gaze is guided by mighty glacier-cut rock faces on both sides of the valley. Simply fantastic.
This small impression of our crossing of the Oxi Pass in the south-east of the island should only serve as a symbol. We were able to experience moments like this every day. Iceland is one big aha moment. And definitely the star of the show, even when Flea and Brad are at the start.
In just seven days on the bike, we experienced a lot, saw a lot, laughed a lot and had some great and...well...exciting moments in the saddle. Brad wanted “drama” right at the start and Iceland had that in store for us. We visited the big and famous waterfalls as well as many of the smaller, less well-known ones. Remember the view into the riverbed at Hafragilsfoss and the thundering masses of water at Dettifoss. Or do you remember the first time Flea tried out his new “gesture” on the Oxi Pass? Or the incredible silence at the end of Asbergy Canyon and that strange triangular-shaped rock called the Island? Brad thinks of Myvatn, this fascinating lake landscape. And then those seemingly endless gravel roads, like the F35 on the very first day where we rode for hours through this bizarre landscape with the two glaciers on the left and right.
And of course, we battled against rain, snow, fogged-up visors, and wind... yes, the wind. At one point it was so strong that we had to continue our journey in a tandem consisting of a truck and our supply vehicle.
No matter what “drama” the island had in store for us, we not only saw Iceland, we experienced it, and felt it, in a way that only motorcyclists can. In an unforgettable way.
