Hveravellir: Halfway through the Highlands

At the midway point of our journey along the Klöjur road, we stayed overnight at Hveravellir. After hours of desolate lava fields and no signs of life apart from the occasional shrub, we greeted this lonesome outpost like Bedouins stumbling upon an oasis in the desert.

Hveravellir is a lodge with just the most basic of services: some food, a room to relax, beds, and most importantly, people to talk to. The Klöjur Road gets lonely! So, although I felt bad for the two girls working in the lodge,...