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Approximately 50 kilometers outside of the Icelandic capital, Reckovik,

lies a secluded feat of nature, the Valley of Steam.

This isn't a tourist hotspot like the infamous Gisars or Gulfos Waterfall. Visitors here

tend to learn of its existence by word of mouth, making for a unique and intimate experience.

As you pull up amongst a scattering of parked cars at the end of a long, tarmac road,

you open the door and step out into the crisp, clear air of rural Iceland.

It's a late afternoon in early November, and the sun is just beginning to dim ever so

slightly as evening draws near.

There is a small cafe situated on the right of the road, with several rambletypes sat inside.

They're enjoying a hot drink after a hike of their own.

Just as they are, you're well prepared for the ultra-cold climate.

Rapped up in warm, multiple layers, a thick scarf, hat, and gloves.

You pull a backpack out of the boot, stuffed with bath towels and swimwear.

It's a certified paradox to what you'd expect to be carrying in such conditions.

But such is the magic of this geothermal valley.

As you begin the hike into the mountains, you encounter a few early obstacles.

Firstly, a small and narrow bridge across a shallow stream of water and a rocky surface.

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