Iceland is a primordial landscape that approximates what the world must have felt like when it was first being born. The very ground you walk on is alive, hissing and crackling with energy, spewing steam from vents deep beneath the earth’s crust, pushing boiling water into mountain streams, creating new volcanic islands in the middle of the ocean. You can almost hear the massive glaciers grinding out new fjords in every direction, while dormant volcanoes rumble with ominous possibilities. Everything is carpeted in a voluptuous moss, blunting the razor-sharp volcanic rocks with a carpet of springy forest green.

Only have 48 hours in Iceland? Below are a few of my favourite ways to experience a place that will capture your imagination at every turn.

48 Hours in Iceland: The Must Sees


When the fog cleared, the snow-capped peak of Snaefellsjokull stood in the distance.

Snaefellsnes Peninsula

A couple of hours Northwest of Reykjavik lies the beguiling Snaefellsnes Peninsula, where remote fishing villages cling tenaciously to desolate cliffs, where lava fields spread across the landscape in every direction, and where waterfalls tumble from the mountains in profusion. We hiked along wind-swept cliff edges down into sheltered coves of tumbled black basalt, rode Icelandic ponies along the beach past crashing surf, plunged into searing thermal pools of sulphurous waters, and climbed atop calderas of dormant volcanoes. Off in the distance, when the mist and fog finally cleared, sat the brooding white mass of the Snaefellsjokull glacier, guarding the secret entrance to the centre of the earth (at least according to Jules Verne).


Pingvellir sits at the emotional heart of Icelandic culture as the home of the country’s first parliament and site of massive clan-like gatherings over many centuries, but it also sits literally at the crack in the earth that divides the continental plates of Europe and North America. We walked along the shores of the largest natural lake in Iceland towards the massive rift in the earth’s crust, where waterfalls pour over the edge into a deep abyss, and then we hiked the hills around a geothermal plant, where clouds of steam seeped from cracks, the wind howled, and the earth was stained with a rich array of mineral colours.

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Our Iceland Walking trip is a journey into the unforgettable; from soaring mountains, rumbling volcanoes and lava fields to bubbling geysers, hot springs and glaciers—each day’s a new adventure.

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The southern highlands near the Volcano Hekla are justly famous for their hiking trails, which traverse a landscape so barren and otherworldly that it was the place where NASA sent its astronauts to prepare for landing on the moon. We rode our 4WD super-jeeps across the wind-swept plains, hiked past multi-coloured rhyolite mountains and forded streams swollen with unseasonable rains, finishing with a lavish picnic in the shelter of an ancient cave on the shores of a remote lake.

48 Hours in Iceland, PuffinsWestman Islands

This remote archipelago off the southern coast of Iceland is still in its infancy (the latest addition was the island of Surtsey, created in 1963 through volcanic eruption), and while most of the islands are uninhabited, the main island of Heimay has a bustling port town of more than 4,000 inhabitants. On January 23, 1973, the mountain of Eldfell suddenly and violently erupted, sending lava pouring through the streets of Heimay, forcing the evacuation of the islands and almost destroying the harbour. We hiked along the shoulder of the still smouldering volcano up into the caldera, where we dipped marshmallows in chocolate melted by the heat of an active vent, and then we walked atop the towering cliffs of the southern shore, where huge colonies of puffins and other seabirds nest in burrows throughout the summer. (Sadly, most had migrated to sea by the time we arrived).

About the Author


As the President of the world’s premier active travel company, Norman Howe keeps one hand on the pulse of the travel business and one hand firmly on the handlebars of his bike. As a columnist for The Slow Road, he draws equally from his decades in the travel industry and his passion for the open road.

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