Iceland, Day 1: On the road to Skaftafell

When the bus stopped in Vik, we borrowed a cell phone from our bus driver to book a guesthouse, but every place I called was fully booked. It seemed like a virtual non-existence of travel planning started to take a toll on us early on. Our sweet driver took charge, and he got us a room an hour later. It was not in Skaftafell, our destination, but in a neighboring town called Littla-Hof. He was going to drive us to the place, so there was little trouble—at that time, at least. What we had to go through the next day.. I can't even tell you.
We arrived at a cute farmhouse in the evening. Our room was in a cabin with two other rooms, and it was superbly clean and felt very cozy. We had absolutely nothing to eat, and ended up getting fed by a French couple next door who pulled off a magnificent pasta dish only with salt and butter.