Solitude
Solitude > I was sitting alone at the picnic table next to the harbour fountain, when I noticed a guy riding a bicycle packed with more than twice my luggage. He passed right behind me, heading to one of the only two restaurants in town.“So, I’m not the only one bikepacking in this region…pity that I have to depart today.”I waited there until the last whale sightseeing tour had left, then I reached the gas station to catch the bus to Borgarnes. While I was rearranging my gear to ease the loading of my bike in…