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I spent 26 hours in Iceland in the summer of 1983, and the area was flat and cool, and sunny until late, late, late. I liked it. Except we drove a little too far and ended up sleeping in our rental minivan near some bubbling mud pit, and had no dinner or breakfast.
We had flown Iceland Air from Luxemburg to NYC and the stopover in Iceland was either 2 hours or 26 hours. Your choice. But your checked bags had to stay checked. So we didn't have any of our camping gear and had to just sleep in the car.
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