Horse Riding: Viking Style

Last weekend, Rúrik took me horseback riding. What a babe. This is something I've wanted to do since before I came to Iceland. Somewhere in my various pre-move googlings, I stumbled across some videos of Icelandic horses (which I promptly made all my friends and family watch, because are you serious!?). It's been on my bucket list ever since.

I loved it. LOVED it. We took a tour through Laxnes Farms, who were completely friendly and helpful. My horse had a ridiculously smooth ride (though I was still pretty darn sore the next day), and the most glorious mane of all time. It was fa-reezing, so be sure to wear your layers underneath the super sexy winter suit they give you (which I didn't do, and promptly froze my bajeezers off). 

It's pretty impossible to take a whole bag of photography gear on a stormy winter ride, so Rúrik's phone photos will have to suffice.

I may or may not have murdered the person behind me...

Frozen Iceland takes the term "winter wonderland" to new meaning. So beautiful!

Just a couple of hobbites.

I can enthusiastically recommend doing this to anyone coming to Iceland. It says a lot when something is a total blast even when your toes are frozen and hail is pelting your face. The only problem is you will want to steal one of the horses and take it home with you... which might be a little tricky.