Mad Dogs and Englishmen – A trekking in Iceland saga

“Mount Esja ……….. You are going to walk it?” asked the bus driver near Reykjavik, Iceland, after enquiring if he could tell me when the bus reached the base of the mountain. When I affirmed my intention to do just this, he replied “You’re mad!” The day had started out defining dreary, grey and drab with constant drizzle driven by …