Your night, stop by stop
Polar Hestar ride
We saddle up Icelandic horses and head out across the tussock and shoreline at a tölt, landscape doing most of the work.
Kaffi Kaldi stop
We thaw out over hot soup and bread in Grenivík village, still smelling faintly of horse, comparing whose legs hurt more.
The road back
We take the long fjord road back to Akureyri at golden hour, windows down if it's mild, music low, no rush at all.