There are 3 types of roads in Iceland. The red roads: these are the main highways. Sealed. The yellow roads: theses can be sealed or not, but generally drivable. Then there are the white roads. To be clear, I use the term “road” loosely, very loosely. In true Icelandic style, half of these roads are not even marked on the map. They are goat tracks at best. So when my navigator (aka wife) found an appealing “white road” and said it was only 100 kms, I thought to myself, what could possibly go wrong? Holy, after 9 hours of hanging onto a wild bucking Land Rover, we finally made our destination; shaken not stirred. To be fair, I have to give my navigator some credit here, we didn’t get lost. Miracle.