In the morning we packed the camp and headed towards Landmannalaugar — Iceland's Rainbow Mountains.
Stories
An Icelandic invitation for coffee is simply impossible to refuse.
Three Tokens and Five Minutes of Glory
Learning to See Less in the Ore Mountains
In the far north, summer night never truly arrives. The sun moves slowly towards the horizon, touches the sea with warm light and then begins to rise again. Time seems to lose its usual rhythm.
Northern Bohemia rarely reveals itself at first glance. Its beauty is quiet and often hidden behind mist, rain or low clouds. It is a landscape that asks for patience.





