July 16th. The day we started cycling all of Iceland.
The plan was simple: prepare everything the night before, wake up bright and early, grab a quick breakfast and start riding out of Reykjavik towards north.
Of course, almost none of it happened.
We woke up way too late, took way too long to shower and get all of our stuff together, got lost on our way to get coffee, came back to Nanna's apartment only to find out she had prepared the BESTEST breakfast of all time, took our sweet time eating our bodyweight in salmon and skyr and ONLY THEN, we left.
It was 2 pm already. Classic.