You’ve probably realised by now that Iceland doesn’t shut roads lightly. This isn’t England. If someone slides off the road, big viking men come in a tractor and push you back on. If we see a road is closed on their excellent electronic map thing, we aint going up it. I don’t mean we aren’t brave/stupid enough to try it (because believe me, we are). I mean, you aint going up that road unless you’re piloting something with tracks.

So imagine if an Icelandic dude tells you not to drive west because of the conditions; that main roads may start to close due to an incoming storm. PAH.

This was a restaurant car park. I can’t imagine these cars had been there much more than an hour but check out the mini snow drift! It’s at least 1 ft deep!

Best view while filling car with fuel I’ve ever had. Possibly also the coldest. Still not worried about road closures.

Route 1 is the main road. It’s starting to look pretty funky.

Ah.

The police direct us on a more southernly route to the capital. It’s a big detour but we have zero options. Thankfully, it remained open.

WE MADE IT. I have no pictures of Reykjavik. We were far too exhausted. Wowser.

What a day. What a trip.

The Mitsubishi Outlander in it’s glory. I really must say, Im mightily impressed. It looks like another fake off roader. The kind of thing you see people dropping their kids off right outside school gates and just in general being a nuisance. Well it’s not. The studded tyres and locking diffs kept us going through thick snow where others failed. I wanted to take it home.