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…