Ten days in Iceland and it rained for eight of them. We had two clear days and made the most of every hour. Skogafoss, the DC-3 wreck at Solheimasandur, and a lot of time with the Icelandic horses, who will walk straight up to you.
The drive to Landmannalaugar was properly sketchy - we took a rental car through river crossings that the rental company definitely didn't sign off on. Multiple times. The highlands feel like another planet, and getting there felt like earning it. Mid-year but still absolutely freezing. Iceland's summer isn't quite summer. Twenty-four hours of sunlight, which sounds great until you realise you have no idea what time it is and your body clock is completely gone.
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