The icy wind brings tears to my eyes and blows the car doors shut. It is chilly on Snæfellsnes in Iceland. But it is also cool in the other sense of the word because there is a lot to see on Snæfellsnes in a short time. So I brave the cold and warm up at a hostel with the appropriate name ‘The Freezer’ in the evening.

In southeastern Iceland, Höfn sits on the tip of a peninsula. People traveling through southern Iceland usually don’t make it to the capital of langoustine. Too bad, because in Höfn, of course, you eat langoustine and imagine yourself almost alone in the world.

It sounds somewhat ominous: an excursion in Iceland in the valley of thunder god Thor. But with a super jeep and a super guide we overcome rough river crossings and falling icicles in Þórsmörk (Thorsmork).