Iceland Day 9: An Inescapable Geology Lesson

Svínafell – Vík I awoke in a groggy gin haze, but was thankful to have been left alone by any ghouls that potentially resided in the old farmhouse. The only thing to haunt me in the night was Jim’s bodily functions. Our damp tents and gear, which had also left the room smelling particularly unpleasant, were…