The place without internet

And finally they are in sight - the huts and paddocks of Landmannahelli. The horses know we are almost there and they pick up the pace.

As soon as the herd is in the paddock, we unsaddle and let the ridden horses join the herd. Then hay is fed generously and everyone's well-being is checked.

Josch is already there by car, has preheated the small hut and brewed some coffee.

Welcome to the world without hot water, electricity, or internet 👌 sleeping is in two levels, all in one narrow bunkbed-style room like the chickens on the perch and the craziest thing - only in a few places in the area is there sometimes, randomly ? network available.

We will stay two nights in Landmannahelli and prepare to be able to stay in little contact with the outside world. For the first night, there is only us, the small hut, our beloved ponies, and Nonni, who sings Icelandic, French, English, and German songs with us. The place without internet - we start to like it ☺️