In Iceland, I skipped the touristy sightseeing bus and explored the landscapes a wilder way: on horseback
“Sálmur, no,” I chide. My small but mighty steed ignores me and noses in the hedgerow for a particularly juicy leaf. In Iceland, tradition dictates that you learn your horse’s name before you ride. It’s just one of many curiosities about this unique breed.I’m at Eldhestar, a countryside hotel and farm that offers horseback riding. There are plenty of farms across Iceland where you can go horse riding, but Eldhestar is only about a 45-minute drive from Reykjavik, the country’s capital, so it’s pe...