Day four in Iceland is coming to a close.
Today I visited one of the country's famous black sand beaches, Reynisfjara.
I'm not really sure that there is a proper way to fully describe just how surreal this environment is. As I stepped onto the beach, I immediately thought of the moon. The footprint made with my shoe looked exactly like the famous photo of Neil Armstrong's boot print.
To the left of me stood what looked like the world's most intricate staircase. This was Gardar, a set of basalt columns. Two basalt sea stacks called Reynisdrangar could be spotted just offshore.
I have honestly never been more amazed by nature.
Here's just a glimpse of what I saw:
I am still in disbelief that I get to experience a place like this.
Earlier today, I broke away from the group I was with. For a few minutes, I sat alone, right in front of a mountain that was covered with the most brilliant shade of green that I have ever seen.
To my right was a glacier.
I was in the middle of nowhere in Iceland, by myself, staring at one of the most vast and breathtaking landscapes in the world.
I never thought I would experience that.