Ice and fire, craters and mossy lava fields, waterfalls and geysers, mud pods and hot pools, crags and mountains all seemingly created by giants, the mythical Icelandic trolls bestowed with miraculous powers. But more than anything its powerful wind, its gale force, wrecking all in its path and knocking the unprepared to the ground. Iceland is another realm, looking closer to our imagination of the Tolkien’s Middle Earth than just another Scandinavian land. From the tumbling waterfalls of the Golden Circle, Seljalandsfoss, Kvernufoss, Skogafoss, to the Geyser field that gave the name to the hot steam coming out of the ground, to the forbidden land of Vatnajokull glaciers Iceland shocks more than impress. Deep canyons cut in the sky-high mountains, huge boulders of ice glittering in the sun floating gently towards the Diamond Beach, black sand beaches and huge rocks made of basaltic hexagonal columns, green rocks are all challenge your original understanding of the world. The land of Iceland was shaped by the fire of powerful volcano eruptions that paralyzed air traffic and terrified everybody except the locals. The boiling underground is nowhere better perceived than around Myvatin Lake formed by a powerful eruption of Hverfjall, in the fumaroles and mud pods of Hverir, in the clay hill of Leirhnjukur, reflected in the emerald water of the Krafla crater, in the hellish Dimmuborgir or the heavenly hot waters of Myvatin Natural Baths. Maybe Jules Verne was right when he imagined this as the place from where you can find a path to the molten lava at the center of the Earth.