Read Simon Pitts’ fascinating account of his Iceland Trek in
July, raising money for The J’s Hospice.
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Iceland Lava Trek 13
to 17 July 2016 – Simon Pitts
It was almost 12.30am, it was still light and I
was standing on the edge of a lake staring at a view lifted straight from an episode
of Game of Thrones; rolling mountains, vivid snow caps and valleys of brown and
green that stretched out in every direction. It was the end of day 2 of our Iceland Lava Trek, a 56km hike across some of
the country's rugged volcanic landscapes. Iceland is an astonishing place,
carved by nature, sculpted by lava flows and sprawling glaciers and cascading
rivers. Geothermal activity forces plumes of steam to vent through surface
rocks, as streams of boiling water bubble and churn.
Twenty three of us arrived at Keflavik airport late Wednesday afternoon where
we met our guides, Miriam and Fanny, and were immediately whisked in a 4x4
coach to our first camp some 4 hours north of Reykjavik, at Landmannalaugar.
Then the first challenge began: assemble a tent! I am no camper (a weekend away
in the Cubs forty years ago doesn't count) but the tents were fairly easy to
put up and - thankfully - remained standing all night.
If you can call it night. In the Summer Iceland experiences 21 hours of
daylight, so apart from 3 hours of dusky gloom at around 1am, it's constantly
light: a bizarre thing to experience.
After a carb-fuelled breakfast provided by our support crew we began the
toughest day of walking: 24km to Álftavatn, which included an ascent to 3,600ft.
There is a saying in Iceland that if you don't like the weather then wait 5
minutes! Our first day of trekking certainly proved that to be true. We started
in dry, warm conditions and finished, 11 hours later, in high winds and
relentless rain as a storm front moved in that would eventually keep us company
for a further 18 hours.
The terrain is almost as changeable as the weather, as we traversed from the
rocky climb out of camp to volcanic sand to freezing snowfields. Our constant
companion was the extraordinary views: an exhausting panorama of breath-taking
photo opportunities that demanded attention. From the distant tails of glaciers
wound behind snow dabbed mountains to vast lava fields and picturesque
waterfalls, every few steps bought the camera out once again.
By the midway point the wind had increased, waterproof overalls were put on and
the temperature dropped considerably. To be honest, the snowfields were
gruelling - well, this was a challenge graded as tough - and being open to the
elements added to the discomfort. With visibility down to 15 metres it became
apparent that the storm was going nowhere and we had to get down to our second
camp as soon as possible.
The descent was steep but offered some shelter from the weather and our camp
was one of the most welcome sights I have ever enjoyed. By the time we finished a hearty dinner and finally warmed up the storm had -
by British standards at least - become considerable! We split into teams of 4
and hastily began putting up tents. At the time this was a horrendous job but
looking back now, a group of strangers all working together to pitch each
other's tents as quickly as possible was a quietly humbling experience.
Despite our best efforts, three tents didn't survive the night. Howling winds
made sleep almost impossible (at one stage I woke to find the roof of the tent
pressed against my face) and a fitful night gave way to morning and the
realisation that our plans for the trek would have to change. The river just beyond the camp had risen too high for the support vehicles to
cross so we were, effectively, stranded at camp. To their credit, the crew
quickly rescheduled our day and we embarked on a 16km circular trek that snaked
to a stunning valley and river that truly took the breath away.
On our return the storm had finally broken, the crew had fired up a BBQ and,
with morale lifted, the group had a good night. I watched the sun 'set' beyond
the lake before tucking into my sleeping bag for our final night.
Day 3 was spent walking across the lava plains of Emstrur. Underfoot, black
volcanic sand gave way to lush green hills. But, between us and the finish
line, was the one thing I had been dreading since signing up for the challenge
last year: crossing a glacial river (actually, 2 rivers, as it turned out!)
Now, there is cold water and then there is glacial water - basically near
freezing water cascading down from the mountainous glaciers that dominate the
horizon. Being thigh deep in this water is, to be honest, a painful experience
that only gets worse when you finally step out of the river. That said, we all did it and, as with the storm, the camping, the snow caps and
monotonous rain, it just added to the challenge and the growing sense of
achievement we were all feeling.
We shared the day with some hardy marathon runners (I kid you not) before we
scaled the final hill to see our coach waiting for us in the distance. Oddly,
while the thought of a comfortable bed at the hotel in Reykjavik, a proper
shower and a beer was welcome, I was, like all the other Trekkers I spoke to,
struck by a sense of sadness that the challenge was over. We all felt as though
3 days just wasn't enough time to fully appreciate the country and get to know
each other properly.
It's strange how being divided from your creature comforts for just a handful
of days can make you appreciate them even more. A pillow, sheets, shower
cubicle and WiFi suddenly seemed like luxuries! Sitting in the restaurant on Saturday night enjoying superb Icelandic food at our
celebratory meal, we all talked about how incredible this challenge had been
and, without exception, how each of us would sign up for another adventure in
the near future. To be able to combine a trip like this with raising funds for
a charitable cause is an extraordinary opportunity and a privilege that wasn't
lost on any of us.
This was my second trek (following the Great Wall of China in 2014)
and was tougher than I had expected. That said, being able to see Iceland in
such detail more than compensated for being removed from my comfort zone. As
someone who doesn't do camping or the cold, I wanted a trek that would push me
and Iceland provided just that: a hard, sometimes demanding challenge that gave
as much as it took. I would not hesitate to recommend the Iceland Lava Trek to anyone, from novice
to experienced walker. The sense of achievement - both of completing the walk
and of reaching the fundraising target - is priceless and will stay with me for
a very, very long time.