Iceland Day 7: Seyðisfjörður – Höfn

It was another cold night, but being sardined inside Jim’s tent kept us both toasty warm. We were so squished in fact, that when my phone alarm went about its morning ritual, I was so tightly bundled in my sleeping bag that I couldn’t move my arms to switch it off. Wriggling around like a…

Iceland Day 6: Lake Mývatn – Seyðisfjörður

We were greeted by a dusting of snow as we climbed out of Mývatn the next morning, which had become increasingly scattered across the road and over the barren hills beyond. Excited by the enchanting landscape, we pulled up into a lookout area to take in our surroundings. Jim proceeded to fall arse over tit…

Iceland Day 5: Blönduós – Lake Mývatn

Getting out of my toasty cabin bed was an enormous struggle, but I felt immensely grateful for a proper night sleep and was ready to take on the day; which, we soon found out, would be a repeat of the past four, weather-wise. I was beginning to wonder if we would ever see the sun…

Iceland Day 4: Drangsnes – Blönduós

I awoke stiff as a board. My whole body had tensed up from a night of relentless shivering. My feet, which were wrapped in three utterly useless pairs of socks, and the tip of my nose, stung in protest to the cold. I was going to have to get used to this. As my eyes…

Iceland Day 3: Ólafsvík – Drangsnes

I would wake up at regular intervals throughout the night, shivering uncontrollably. I felt unpleasant, to say the least, as I fumbled my way out of my tent in the morning; but a breakfast concoction of oats, granola, seeds, dried fruit and nut milk soon brought me back to life. Eager to get moving, we packed…

Iceland Day 2: Akranes – Ólafsvík

I awoke the next morning at the crack of dawn, feeling thoroughly invigorated for a night outdoors, yet superbly cosy. That was, until my skin made contact with the air outside of my sleeping bag, and I recoiled in horror, desperately scrambling around for a second layer of thermals. The sun was peeking behind the…

Iceland Day 1: Keflavík – Akranes

Flying parallel to the country’s south shores, we caught our first glimpse of what was to come; the late September landscape looked drained of colour and every contour was enveloped in an eerie bleakness. Ominous patches of rain cloud hung silently in otherwise clear skies, sinisterly blackening anything that lay beneath them. After the usual…

Gear List: Camping in Iceland in September

Iceland has been on my radar since I discovered my true affinity for the great outdoors in Tasmania, back in 2016. Since then, I have been on a mission to get closer with nature, be it day trips from Manchester to the Peak District, or adventures a touch further afield. On 17th September 2018, I’m…