Petrol

One would think that from the experience from the previous day we would learn and look to have a full tank - hm... again we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere in the West Fjords with nearly no petrol in our tank. Anyway... beautiful landscape, no cell phone reception and no petrol.

Then the miracle happend. As we were driving I suddenly noticed a sign. It said petrol station to the right. All we could see was an old farm but... there was also a small old petrol pump. We parked our car and started looking for a living soul. And there came this beautiful old farmer. He couldn't speak a word of English, so I had a simple conversation with him with my little Icelandic that I knew. His name was Sveinn, he had 8 children and had been living there all his life. Before we left we had to sign his guestbook. A very nice person that saved us in the middle of nowhere.