The vessel was waiting at Reykjavík’s Old Harbor. Around 21:15, we set out into Faxafló in search of the Aurora Borealis. The Harpa and Hallgrímskirkja shrunk behind us. Bellatrix, the 3rd brightest star in the constellation of Orion, and Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky, were guiding us along the way.
We were out on the outdoor decks, in protective overalls to stave off the cold, surveying the sky for the nature’s own fireworks. It was a full Moon, with a clear, dark sky. In the middle of a pitch-black bay, it was a matter of waiting for the cosmic show to begin. We were patiently waiting on the decks for about 30 minutes, everyone was silent.
“Georgi, look to your left,” Kirsten marveled.
“Ahh! I see a green arch,” I said.
Wisps of green were twirling across the Icelandic night sky in a turbulent chaotic flow. We were all silent again, mesmerized by this natural phenomenon. The aurora show had begun. The Northern Lights were dancing in the sky in green and purple colors. They even had a rhythm to it. They had a color scheme. I was in a complete awe.
It was a jaw-dropping, surreal experience. Seeing the Aurora Borealis in Iceland was so thrilling. Hard to paint a picture of this overwhelming experience. It’s a must-see.