Between two car rentals, I had few spare days. So I decided to hitchhike to the Snæfellsnes peninsula.
Finding a ride was pretty easy, and in less than an hour I was with two nice girls on my way to a small fisherman village called Grundarfjörður.
The fact is the sky had other plans. As soon as we arrived, it began pouring and it didn't stop for the last 36 hours!
My 2 nights 2 days can be resumed as followed :
Deserted camp site, pouring rain, leaking tent, furious wind, Chinese noodles, pouring rain, lemon tea...
I spend the next 36 hours alone in my tent, bored to death with nothing to do than trying to sleep...
As soon as the sun came back, I packed my stuff and headed back to the Capital, longing for a bed, a shower and some dry shoes!
I did took the time to take this picture :