Later that afternoon, I cycled across an incredible 20 miles of crushed lava. I was on a glacial plain. It was the most alien of all the landscapes I had seen in Iceland. It was super beautiful and desolote, and I was having the time of my life.
We headed down the valley directly into the rain. It didn’t take long before I was thoroughly soaked. The numbness in my fingers and toes caused me some concern, but I pushed on. I diligently watched for ice forming on the road. I saw none, so assumed I couldn’t be at risk for frostbite. I pushed on ignoring the pain.
The headwind was relentless. Again we had to push the bikes. I had a profound feeling of hopelessness; completing the Ring Road was starting to seem like an impossible challenge. All I could do was grind forward by putting one foot in front of the other, pushing my bike.
Cycling Iceland’s Ring Road for me was extremely tough physically and mentally. Every day was an absolute soul-sucking struggle until the end. It took everything I had to finish in 14 days. Here are the things I wish I knew before starting my trip.