I closed my eyes, leant on my companion's shoulder, and silently thanked Iceland's hidden people for creating this gently steaming pool.

June 4th, 2014, 11am

We had followed some vague directions found online, following a dirt road through a lava field, past a ruin of a house inhabited only by sheep until we came to the end of the road. And then we walked, wading across a freezing pond, before spotting a low rude wall made out of sharp edged volcanic rock. Hidden behind it, as promised, was the small hot spring. A bubble of petrified magma with the top sliced off and filled by a boiling spring. We paused, looked around and realising that we were invisible, stripped off and lowered our aching bodies into the cloudy blue-green water. It washed over my skin like a perfectly heated bath, the algae getting to work on me, smoothing out my skin, easing the muscles in my back and shoulders.

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Aaron Davies

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