Iceland Day 8: Rain, Rain, go Away

Höfn – Svínafell After a gorgeous sunrise, albeit cold and damp from within our not-so-strategically-placed tents, the weather decided to return to its favourite state; les miserables. The grey skies set in, showing no sign of retreat, and rain began to pelt the Jimny as soon as we embarked on a little drive around the fishing…

Iceland Day 7: Exploring the East Fjords

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…