A few weeks ago we had the opportunity to visit this crashed American plane on the southwest coast of Iceland. It was November 24, 1973, when a fuel leak was detected in the Super DC-3 while it was flying over terrain near the town of Vík. The pilot visualizes a beach several kilometers wide, where he makes a forced landing in which no one loses his life, but the plane is destroyed under a layer of snow and volcanic sand.

If something surprised us about Iceland, it is the immensity of its lava and sand deserts. Imagine what the crew of this plane felt when landing in a place like this in 1973 (when there was still no tourism). Now it is part of the landscape, the fuselage of this plane is a couple of kilometers from the ring road. A long and lonely walk that I highly recommend doing on foot for the simple fact of putting yourself in the shoes of the American soldiers who were traveling on that plane.






A few weeks ago we had the opportunity to visit this crashed American plane on the southwest coast of Iceland. It was November 24, 1973, when a fuel leak was detected in the Super DC-3 while it was flying over terrain near the town of Vík. The pilot visualizes a beach several kilometers wide, where he makes a forced landing in which no one loses his life, but the plane is destroyed under a layer of snow and volcanic sand.

If something surprised us about Iceland, it is the immensity of its lava and sand deserts. Imagine what the crew of this plane felt when landing in a place like this in 1973 (when there was still no tourism). Now it is part of the landscape, the fuselage of this plane is a couple of kilometers from the ring road. A long and lonely walk that I highly recommend doing on foot for the simple fact of putting yourself in the shoes of the American soldiers who were traveling on that plane.