Ah, velkomin! Pull your coat tight—the wind bites sharper here, doesn’t it? You’re standing on Icelandic soil now, where the land itself breathes stories. I’m Otto the Viking, your guide through the myths and mist that linger between our mountains and lava fields. Today, we’re not chasing waterfalls or glaciers. We’re chasing whispers—of trolls, elves,

When people join my tours, they come expecting waterfalls, glaciers, and geysers — but by the end of the trip, it’s often the food they can’t stop talking about. Icelandic cuisine is more than fuel for adventure; it’s a living story of survival, tradition, and a deep respect for the land and sea. So grab

Ah, velkomin to Iceland! My name is Otto the Viking — no, not a raider or warrior anymore, though I like to think my ancestors would be proud of how I conquer the day with stories instead of swords. These days, I lead travelers through the Golden Circle, one of Iceland’s most famous and breathtaking