We almost missed Go∂afoss driving along icy route 1, because contrary to how most imagine a waterfall, Go∂afoss does not tower above the landscape but instead is hidden deep within it. From the road all that is visible is white. But after turning the car around and walking down a road for about a half a mile, we came upon the ice encrusted deep-turquoise blue waterfall. While Go∂afoss is likely impressive during the summer months, I don't think anything could compare to how truly amazing it looked covered in snow. Initially I had luke warm feelings about stopping to see yet another waterfall because I sort of felt like, you seen one you seen 'em all. But this little gem proved me wrong. Superficially, there isn't anything too astounding about a waterfall, its running water falling over rocks, when you break it down. Nevertheless, every time I am completely enthralled by the power and the noise of these endlessly running natural faucets. I know that Go∂afoss is a particularly good one because the customary viewing of a waterfall is to stand below it and be in awe as it soars above you. Set deep in the landscape you look down into Go∂afoss as the water spills down into the icy lagoon below.
We arrived at our little wood cabin with four bunk-beds an hour or so after leaving here. We made a quick stop at a supermarket/gas station for dinner supplies, took some photos in a geothermally active field (smoke coming up from snow covered ground) and by then we were all sufficiently frozen to the core and were ready to soak in the Myvatn nature baths. Its compulsory in Iceland to shower before you bathe in a hot pool, which of course means making a psychotic run several yards in the freezing cold air to the hot steaming water. After showering the four of us lined up in front of the glass doors separating us from the freezing night air, dripping wet, we counted to three and then all ran screaming like maniacs into the water. Initially the water was scalding hot, and the three others were unable to get in, I just bit the bullet knowing the pain would subside the longer I was in. Seeing as this is not high tourist season, we had the entire place to ourselves. The natural pool is surrounded by lava rocks and the ground is composed of lava rock sand and the space was lit by one light. So we all soaked for two hours in the dark, as it began to snow and the moon came out.
We returned to the cabin dehydrated and hungry and made an absolutely mediocre meal of pasta and broccoli but as JeeHee so wonderfully put it, 'hungry makes tasty' and indeed it did. The others went to bed but JeeHee and I stayed up running in and out of the cabin in search of the northern lights. For lack of real tea, we had what we named 'volcanic tea' which has a pleasant non-existent aroma and consists of boiled hot water, mmm..