Driving south to help out an Italian friend in Reykjavik. Time to leave this holocaust behind me.
The trip might take a couple of days due to Jökulhlaup ([ˈjœːkʏl̥øip]).
Luckily my car was able to cross the foggy highlands bypassing the several flooded areas. Eventually, I reach a point where the entire southward surface is submerged in a melted glacial grey goo. I park, and fall asleep to the thunder-bolting sound of water and ice.
I woke up to a massive construction racket and saw that during the night, workers had managed to build two temporary bridges. With the coast cleared, I head south to meet Davide.