Today’s drive is a relatively short one but also an early one. We continue to hug the south coast headed towards our first stop and one of Iceland’s most iconic sights, the Jokulsarlon Iceberg Lagoon. It’s a first for us to see icebergs and the photogenic luminous-blue bergs that effortlessly float through the Jokulsarlon glacier lagoon are just glorious. Granted, they’re not as grand as the icebergs in Greenland or Patagonia but this is as good a place as any to see them up close and personal. We spend hours either sitting watching or walking along the shoreline of the lagoon, the Joksula river mouth and finally the nearby black sand beach where the icebergs rest momentarily before floating into the Atlantic. The artfully arranged serene beach bergs could almost be a Venice biennale exhibit. Seals swim gracefully through the icy monoliths and we spot a whale as we wander along the appropriately named Diamond Beach.
Further along the coast, we encounter the fairytale-like church of Hofskirkja, the last turf church ever built in Iceland. We stop here for lunch and lay idly chewing the fat of life amongst our fellow adventurers in lush Icelandic grass and copious dandelions.
Our final destination for the day is Skaftafell National Park where we’ll camp for 2 nights. The campsite is absolutely heaving and the queue for the showers is ridiculous. Early start for me in the morning as I’m off to hike a glacier – eek – whilst Brownie will stay at camp and relax in the sunshine.
Travelling renders you speechless then transforms you into a story teller 
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