Started in Stykkishólmur, spent most of the day reading on the hill. Not much to do, but tried to catch the early boat over to the westfjords. No luck.
Ended up in Breiðavik, over some of the worst roads I´ve ever driven in my life. Seriously feared for my life, holding my breath around one particularly harrowing turn (no guardrails, blind corner, sheer drop, potholes and rocks).
This second picture was taken at 1130 p.m. This is truly a magical place. Despite the fear I felt driving in, I´d love to go back one day.
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