UNDER THE MIDNIGHT SUN
It’s midnight. Whirring blades slice through puffs of clouds drifting past the windows. Far below, patches of white streak across the black volcanic sand, making the ground look like a herd of prancing zebras. “See that glow up ahead,” our pilot Sandra says above the noise of the helicopter. “That’s where we are heading.”
Bathed in midnight sun, the caldera of Askja suddenly comes into view. Mountains painted with golden rays reflect in the water as darkened clouds swirl around the edges
