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…