An Icelandic Saga: Hrafntinnusker
"I would kill a man for an orange," I thought, as I sat shovelling yet more trail mix into my mouth amid freezing rain and sulphurous mist, somewhere in the volcanic wasteland. Back home, fresh fruits and veggies are a staple of my diet, but since I'd arrived in Iceland to tackle the Fimmvörðuháls and Laugavegur trails I'd been subsisting on energy bars, dehydrated mountain meals, peanut butter and the aforementioned trail mix. I was roughly 18kms from the trail's end at Land