As we head out of Rif we decide to take the road less travelled along the west coast towards the main ring road. Now this could very easily have been the story of how some silly Australian tourists took an F road, drove through a flooding river and got washed away, never to be seen again.... but before we even got to that river we made an even bigger mistake.
The road we were on out of Rif was a perfectly good dirt road, but what we had failed to take into account was how far we had driven the day before, how much higher our fuel consumption was on a mud-slicked dirt road, and the fact that our Jeep only had a 30L petrol tank. We had been driving away from the most recent turn off for a guaranteed petrol station for a while now when some quik mafs told us that at the current rate of fuel consumption there was no chance of making it through to the end of the dirt section of road, and if we needed to turn around and go back, we had to do it now.
Stopping on the top of a muddy hill we got just enough phone reception (oh yeah, did we mention we were also driving out of phone reception?) to confirm that there was in fact no petrol station within driving distance any way but back, and even then- only just.
So here we were, making an impromptu stop in Stykkisholmur for some petrol, but which actually ended up being a lovely little town... in the middle of nowhere. But hey, at least there's another church!
Once back in relative civilisation, we stopped at the Viking longhouse for a quick tour and a game of Hnefatafl. Here our young tour guide talked through what it would like to live here as a Viking, demonstrating that you can in fact have your longhouse and heat it too.
Before we catch up with Mum & Dad in Myvatn, we make one more stop along the way at the beautiful Kolugljúfur Canyon.
There's so much to love in Iceland.
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