Last weekend, myself and seven other girls hired two cars to do our own tour of the famed ‘Golden Circle’.  All cars in Iceland seem to be either white or grey, so obviously we were given two bright red cars. Unfortunately being the youngest by at least a year and being from England where we drive on the wrong side of the road and the wrong side of the car, I was everyone’s last choice to drive. I took this in good grace, insisting on shotgun all the way. 

After several coffee stops to break up the journey, we started the Golden Circle tour at the furthest point away, a huge waterfall called Gullfoss. This was certainly very impressive, but with so many tourists that it was hard to appreciate it fully (having been here for three weeks now obviously I can now class myself as a local). Nevertheless we…