![]() ![]() ![]() We screamed, swore as the car tumbled once, twice, thrice. A blip in the distance could reach you in seconds. Remember, cars were traveling in the triple digits on the speedometer. The road was narrow, and he saw himself cutting into another lane. The driver joined us in diagnosing the problem, scrambling for the instruction manual, being clearly distracted. It’s about one hour into the drive, when the service light on the dashboard started blinking. It’s common for cars to hit 120km/hr because otherwise you feel like you’re crawling at a snail’s pace. They tapered off into a gentle slope, placing us on elevated ground. ![]() The two-way roads were perfectly straight. There were 4 of us-my girlfriend and I in the back, with two of our friends up front. After a night in an AirBnB, we set off on our journey. We wanted to have a road trip from Reykjavik to the glaciers of Jökulsárlón. Imagine: it’s autumn in Iceland, an island of brown basking in the Midnight Sun. I mean, which coward buckles up? But my girlfriend insisted, so I relented. ![]()
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