"Good morning," the captain said, and we students replied. It was eight o'clock in the morning, and my friends and I had a lot of plans for the day. After a short line-up, we packed our bags, put on some durable clothing and shoes, and later met up next to the gangway. We had about twenty minutes to get to the nearest bus station to catch the bus that would take us on our adventure for the day.
The bus ride took approximately thirty minutes until we arrived at our destination. We walked into the main building and were welcomed with a strong smell of horse excrement. We were told to wait for the full group to arrive at the facility before we would watch a guiding video on what to do and not do when riding an Icelandic horse. Finally, the group arrived, consisting of around 25 to 30 people, and we all sat down in front of the TV to watch the introduction video.
Thirty minutes passed, and the group, including myself, went outside to meet the horses. After a short wait, I was introduced to the horse I would be riding, Isak. I petted the horse for five minutes until it was time to mount up; it was more comfortable than I had expected. When we finally left the horse paddock, we started in a straight line. After a while, we split the group for the first time. Some of my friends, who had a lot of riding experience, went right with some other tourists to speed up and challenge them self a bit more than us, while I stayed on the road with the rest of the group.
The landscape around us was magnificent, with the Icelandic mountains making a clear contrast against the beautiful light blue sky as we trotted down the road. As the speed increased, it became bouncier, and as someone with no riding experience at all, it was quite challenging to find a good rhythm with the horse. Two hours later, we arrived back at the horse paddocks, dismounted our horses, and headed to the bus to return to the boat. But before that, we got a bit hungry and stopped at a smashed burger fast-food restaurant to fill our stomachs with new energy to last the rest of the day.
25 of August - Vilgot Hjort