Our sixth full day in Iceland. We were in the northern part of Iceland, and were heading towards Akureyri, nicknamed the Capital of North Iceland.

On the way there, we stopped at Goðafoss, a waterfall 12 metres tall and 30 metres wide. While Goðafoss – waterfall of the Gods – wasn’t the tallest or the biggest waterfall we’ve seen so far, it possessed its own beauty.

While in Akureyri, we paid a visit to their Botanic Gardens.

After Akureyri, we were contemplating whether to check out a rather unknown/hidden waterfall, Reykjafoss. I had read about it somewhere on the internet, and thought that it would be interesting, like how the “hidden gem” Gljúfrabúi was to us. However, Reykjafoss wasn’t clearly marked, unlike the other places of attractions we had visited. In the end, we decided to bite the bullet and go with it.

Upon arrival at the coordinates we keyed into the GPS, we parked the car by the side of the road, and crossed to the other side. We climbed over a couple of fences, and walked through a field of tall grass. All this time I was anxious, worried if we were not supposed to be there, or if we could find our way back to the car. a few minutes went by, and we started to hear the sound of running water, and kept walking in that direction. And there it was!

Reykjafoss has a special place in my heart because it was one of those experiences where we had to go through a bit of effort and uncertainty to reach it.