Waking up in the (possibly) only forest in Iceland, Remi and I had a quick breakfast and decided to head towards Borgarnes. I had been talking up the West Fjords all night the previous day (I left out the part about my hasty retreat), and Remi wanted to try taking a bus to Ísafjörður.
Borganes wasn’t a pretty town. The bus to Hólmavík wasn’t coming in today, and so we decided to head further south to Akranes.
After a quick swim at the local hole in Akranes, Remi and I parted ways. I had thoroughly enjoyed his company, and we made the usual promises to catch up back in Quebec.
I drove on to Reykjavik. I must have gotten there around rush-hour. The traffic and people was disconcerting.
I drove to the campsite, which had become a LOT more busy than the last time I was there. I met a few people who were excited about starting their trip around the island. I kinda envied them.
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