At least that’s what it feels like when you arrive in Iceland on the ferry. There is nothing but grey cloud and ocean on the horizon- a feeling of nothingness and nowhereness. And then, when the ferry is almost kissing the sides of the long fjord it follows before docking, the looming island grudgingly starts to reveal small parts of itself.
After disembarking I make a quick stop to rearrange my weather gear (the first pass is at 2C and raining- rather chilly on a bike). Bundled up and ready to go, I take a look back at the ferry and catch a glimpse of what I’ve let myself in for.
If this is what the RV crowd is driving….