I read about the Secret Lagoon in the Golden Circle on lots of blogs before my trip to Iceland so it’s definitely no secret anyone. But maybe nobody else is readying them (hello out there?) because it’s still a slice of peacefulness in what is the otherwise busy area of the Golden Circle.
The existence and location of the Secret Lagoon was confirmed by the lovely people at Skjol Camping (as well as a 10% discount for campers). Because the baths didn’t open until 11am, we had a lazy morning, watching the steam rising out of the ground at Geysir, like the steam rising over the cups of our tea and coffee.
The morning was cold but bright and sunny and for the first time in two days, calm and still. We finally organised our things in the campervan so we wouldn’t have to unpack all of our clothes every time we needed a clean pair of socks, or end up dumping muddy shoes on our bed in our haste to catch the next amazing waterfall.
Finally, we hit the road, following the directions and map to Fludir. Before reaching the village we pulled off down a side road that looked like it only leads to farmhouses. There’s a sign but we didn’t realise what it was until we’d already passed it.
One of those buildings is really the Secret Lagoon.
The Secret Lagoon is a geothermally heated bathing pool, one of Iceland’s oldest pools and used for swimming lessons. It’s completely outdoors. The pool is lined with large black rocks. The water is warm, getting hotter by the areas where the springs spill directly into the pool via pipes and stuff.
Like all pools in Iceland the water is clean and crystal clear. To keep it this way we followed the directions of showering naked, with lots of soap, then donning the bathers before plunging into the welcoming waters.
We spent hours watching the clouds go by with small geysirs surrounding the pool bubbling away. Mountains hemmed us in on all sides.
When we needed a break we took the path around the pool, cooling off in the light breeze. There were warnings that the muddy grounds are dangerous areas of high geothermal activity. The heat from the earth and smell of sulphur in the air was strong enough to make me adhere to that.
There were less than a dozen people in all our time at the Secret Lagoon. In these days, with Iceland’s tourism numbers for October increasing 30% on the previous year, that counts as a secret to me.