I arrived in Iceland at 6:30. It was a smooth landing and little did I know what was in store for me. It was still dark outside and I could only see a bit of snow from the planes window. By the time I met Ásta at the gate I’d realized we were in the middle of a storm. The wind was howling, with gusts up to 75 mph. It was almost total whiteout conditions. We got my gear to the car and sat for a bit, hoping for a bit more light.
Cars were finding their way out of the unplowed lot, so away we went. It’s 49 km to Reykjavik. It typically takes 45 minutes. It took a good 2 hours almost 3. I could barely see as I drove along, thankful for the tail lights of other cars. At least I had something to follow, a line to aim for. We found our way to the hotel skidding through the drifts at the entrance. And thankfully have begun the adventure.