The day after being pressured to show round and head again the best way we got here, Brandon and I confronted one other troublesome day on the bikes. The wind was blowing at our camp that morning, however we determined to press on. We had been anxious to get again on Iceland’s major highway and make some ahead progress. So, we turned again round and let the wind blow us down the valley, up and over plenty of small hills, and again to the freeway. From there, we cycled for greater than 20 kilometers by the worst mud storm both of us has ever skilled (we needed to navigate all the time with only one eye open – there was that a lot mud within the air), the place we lastly discovered shelter contained in the fuel station within the metropolis of Kirkjubaejarklaustur. Brandon didn’t like driving by all that mud (and neither did I), nevertheless it was actually a memorable expertise. Sadly, there aren’t very many pictures of the mud storm. I used to be too afraid to take my digital camera out of its bag more often than not… and I used to be too centered on merely making it out alive! Beneath is a photograph that Brandon took of himself after reaching the fuel station in Kirkjubaejarklaustur.
