In this fifth instalment of the “Wrong Way Round” series we ship our trusty T80’s to Iceland and discover it smells of boiled eggs.
No idea who this was but they kept following us
The shippers asked for photographic evidence of our structural build quality.
The local dockyard had no problem identifying our shipment
Landed at the airport 8.30am. Uncrated, loaded and ready to go by 2pm.
The ring road in Iceland as seen going anti-clockwise. It looks totally different clockwise as the mountainy bit is behind you.
We stopped as someone thought they saw a pub
Goose picks up Björk at the pre-agreed dogging spot
The ring road as seen during a North Korean missile launch.
First night camping spot. Picnic table. Beers. Tick.
Large outdoor shower. No hot tap.
Puffins are much bigger than we expected but surprisingly docile
Another outdoor shower. Still no hot tap
Kaspars. Wishing he hadn't just filled his mouth with Fruit Gums.
The ring road as seen looking slightly to the right.
Charles took this arty photo to pretend he hadn't wandered off road for a dump
These might be dinosaur droppings
Making the most of a rare coffee stop. There are no Little Chef's in Iceland.
Lucky we brought our own as a Bag for Life is surprisingly rare in Iceland
Locals getting a selfie with Björk and taken aback at how much shorter she is in real life.
This happened quite a lot
The one and only time we put the drone up, as we used up all the battery trying to get it to come back
Wreckage from a plane crash in 1973. Proof that aluminium doesn't rust
The pilot and first officer still in denial that anything is wrong with their aircraft.
The only known surviving passenger of the crash in surprisingly good spirits bearing in mind the peanuts ran out 45 years ago
The three rocks in the background are petrified trolls in Icelandic folklore. In reality they are rockified rocks
Goose and Björk before a duet of "Smack My Bitch Up"
The local equivalent of a Yamaha Townmate
Bjork feeling deflated despite emergency pumping from Goose
A mountain upside down in a puddle
Briefly debating about whether to turn around. We didn't.
Matt and Goose sit back while Charles attempts the first traverse of a glacier on a Yamaha Townmate
Charles tries to hide his disappointment that the glacier doesn't taste of mint
It is a scientific fact that in Iceland you are much taller
Matt contemplates an engine casing with 4 out of 6 bolts missing.The first sign that Charles may not have done any pre-trip maintenance
We finally resort to towing after repeatedly smashing Charles' bike with a tin of corned beef fails to fix the problem.
Meanwhile Goose decides to tow Charles 200kms to Reykjavik.
Charles still utterly convinced his bike can be fixed with cable ties, which to be fair is usually sufficient. If only he knew what was coming next.
Björk accepts a lift from Kaspars and quickly regrets it
A rare glimpse of terminal speed as we try and make up lost time.
And then there were three.
Björk dislocates both hips on a particularly fast stretch of road.
Icelandic motorway services.