Words: Ana Gomes
Photography: Aniruddha Satam
07 May 2017
If you could describe Iceland's West Fjords in one word, that word would probably be "remote".
As we set off that morning, dense grey clouds hang low, their imposing presence dwarfing the land below.
Driving deeper into the mountains, we are suddenly enveloped in a blinding white cloak.
The roads, which until then resembled black strokes on a canvas, have now vanished.
Battered by the unforgiving northern winds for a few more miles, we start making our descent, when out of nowhere, the West Fjords emerge in front of us in all their mesmerising glory.