Sorry, no Elves. A couple of Dutch guys, some Russians, a couple of French guys - but no Elves.
It's still easy to see how your imagination could run wile when you are alone up there. Inventing faeries and trolls seems natural when you are wandering around in the fog, lost among the boulders or in the lava field.

My original plan would have taken me deeper into the interior, but on my second day - a couple of weeks ago - I hit my ankle on a big stone. It swelled up until I had a tennis ball sized lump on my ankle, so I had to head back home to let it recover. Then, last week, I took a bus up to the northern part of Iceland - a town called Akureyri - and rode across the highlands heading south.

Magnus Thor
Iceland