Jason and I
are up early and grab breakfast, groggy but giddy about the morning's activity:
Icelandic horseback riding.
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| Riding through the Red Hills |
We're
picked up in the lobby by Sveinn, who helps run Islenski Hesturinn (The Icelandic
Horse) with his wife, Begga. Our hotel
is the last stop for the small shuttle bus, already filled with a few others
who were picked up elsewhere in Reykjavik.
We converse with an English couple sitting in front of us, sharing our
travels and anticipation for the activity ahead.
