It turns out that attempting to wild camp in Iceland during the coldest spring for 50 years is not a particularly bright idea. I ended up getting a lift for the remaining mile or so into Akureyri in the snow at half ten at night. I spent a few minutes in a car with three Icelanders who first told me about their English holiday in Oxford, and then tried out their own interview questions (If a lion liked art, what sort of art would it like?) on me when they found out I was going there to university.
The unusually cold weather is set to continue for another few weeks, so I will be finding hostels to stay in rather than camping. It's disappointing, but wearing all my clothes inside a sleeping bag and still shivering removed most of the enjoyment from camping.
I've been spending the day in the town centre today, exploring. This is a panorama shot from a bench on Strandgata, where I was sitting reading Egils Saga on my Kindle.
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