Jökulsárlón is assaulted by tourists during the day, but if you decide to set up camp on its shores, the place becomes an intimate exploration in the world of ice. Icebergs are slowly making their way to become one with the ocean, birds are everywhere and seals can be spotted from time to time. Like many places in Iceland, there is a strong positive energy you feel being so close to the power of nature. Yet, as modern human beings, I feel there is also a disconnection from all that. Don't get me wrong, I love being out there, but the truth is most of us have to return to the comfort of the city sooner or later. I think by only living your life fully dependant on what nature has to offer, you get to understand it. Maybe much like our grandfathers did. But enough with the rants. I got to skinny dip in the icy waters, while Aura dressed for the occasion. We both have missing screws.