Words: Ana Gomes & Aniruddha Satam
Photography: Aniruddha Satam
27 November 2016
As we approach Mývatn, the air fills up with an intense smell of sulphur.
With the light fading, we press on, hands cupped over our noses, snow crushing under our feet, towards the roaring lands of Hverir.
Lying at the foothills of Mount Námafjall, this is one of Iceland's most active geothermal fields.
Here plumes of steam raise from the blistering ground preventing snow from ever settling.
The path takes us along boiling mud pools on an otherworldly journey through rust coloured fields and hissing fumaroles.
Nowhere is the power of earth's geothermal energy more evident than here.