I set up my tent against a large boulder right next to the trail, just out of view from the road. As long as no one passed, it would be the perfect spot…
Iceland was not for me. Roads repeating the same view over and over again, as though someone is holding the same postcard in the background of a movie set, and forgets to change it now and again…
My plan had been quite simple: walk around Iceland, much like I did around Tasmania. I had no idea whether it would be possible, but this was my plan. Walk around Iceland.
A week after finishing the South Coast Track, I walked the remaining stretch back to Hobart and I […]
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“You’re a legend!” The guy yelled out from the back of the van. I had to laugh. I […]