The car we got a ride was for a French tour group. They put all their luggage in the car, and went on hiking to Landmannalaugar with a guide. Even though I felt sheepish about being in a car rather than up and running on the trail, it was quite fun to be in a 4WD and ride through a gorgeous landscape without exerting any energy.We wanted to catch a 3 o’clock bus departing Landmannalaugar to Reykjavik but we couldn’t make it there by 3. Instead, the driver parked the car at an intersection, waited for 10 minutes or so, and stopped the bus on the road. He didn’t even charge us anything unlike the warden had predicted.
During this travel, 80 percent of the plan didn’t quite come through, but everything still worked out thanks to the locals who helped us out with a cheery smile and full willingness.
The bus took us to Reykjavik, a city at last. It was a relief to be back in the city, where hot water, public transportation, and access to food were given, but I swore to myself that I would come back to Iceland, probably in July, and finish the Landmannalaugar-Thorsmork trail.
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