Borgarnes, Iceland
When I got back to Fossatún, I was feeling quite attached to the place and quite sad about leaving tomorrow. However, when I reached my tent, I discovered that a load of morons had moved onto my field and were trying to park a caravan where it would not fit. I went to the hot tubs for a couple of hours and found they'd moved yet another caravan on and had blocked my car in with one at each end, parked inches away. "Can you move your car please?" How the hell do ...