Arrival at Base Camp: A Warm Welcome in the Cold

The moment we arrived at the base camp for the East Glacial River adventure, I knew we were in for something special. The biting wind and swirling snowflakes were no match for the warmth and hospitality that greeted us. Sara, our host, welcomed us with open arms and a steaming cup of hot cocoa. Her dog, Bhalu, added a touch of homey charm to the scene, wagging his tail as if to say, “You’re in for a treat!”

The base camp was a cozy haven, a stark contrast to the wild Icelandic weather outside. It was clean, inviting, and buzzing with the energy of fellow adventurers. As we sipped our drinks, the anticipation built. We were about to tackle Iceland’s wildest rapids, and the excitement was palpable.

Conquering the Rapids: A Symphony of Chaos and Laughter

Our guide, Anup, was a maestro of the river, orchestrating our journey with skill and humor. His confidence was infectious, and as we donned our dry suits, the nerves turned into pure adrenaline. The East Glacial River, known for its relentless Grade 4/4+ rapids, was a beast waiting to be tamed.

With each rapid we conquered, the thrill intensified. Saurav, our super rafter, and Geranimo, our kayak guardian, were our unsung heroes, guiding us through the chaos with strength and precision. The river was a symphony of roaring water and laughter, especially when we capsized. Yes, we capsized! But thanks to the thorough briefing and the quick response of our guides, it was more hilarious than harrowing.

Hunter, our photographer, captured every moment, including the epic waffle fight that ensued during our break. Saurav took a face full of cream like a champ, and the camaraderie among us was solidified. The hot chocolate and waffles were a sweet reward, warming us from the inside out as we shared stories of our watery escapades.

The Journey’s End: A Return to Civilization

As our adventure drew to a close, Anup signaled the end of our river journey. Gustavo, our driver, was ready with blankets and a van to whisk us back to base camp. The ride back was filled with laughter and the shared satisfaction of having conquered one of Europe’s top-rated whitewater experiences.

Back at base camp, we were treated to a hearty lunch and more hot drinks. The walls were adorned with memories of past adventurers, and I couldn’t resist adding my own mark—a poem titled “The Green Room.” It was a fitting tribute to a day that was as exhilarating as it was unforgettable.

For those seeking the ultimate thrill in Iceland, the East Glacial River is a must-do. The dry suits kept us warm, the guides kept us safe, and the river delivered the adrenaline rush we craved. Just remember to layer up with wool and invest in the photo package—it’s worth every penny. Until next time, keep chasing those thrills!