As day three Dawns upon us, we start the journey to the capital. Present in the moment, as only Iceland can teach you to do. We follow the highway upon what I expected to be an ordinary drive, filled with the same scenery as the days before. Be warned Iceland really sucks at ordinary and mundane. Instead of the mundane, we are presented with roads that turn into cliff climbs, bring us up hundreds of feet of elevation. The clouds hanging low, their wispy fingers brushing the car, leaving fingerprints of dew upon the painted surface. We wind or way along this Highway of unexpected pleasure, I never knew a transfer route to be so scenic. Cars whir past us with no real sense of hurry. The light low and flat, but our senses tuned in
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