It was only my intention to stay for one night at the Bus Hostel in Reykjavik, but when my bike – the one I was about to cycle around Iceland for 4 weeks – went missing, I ended up staying two. Little did I know I would meet a fellow bicycle traveller that night whom I got on splendidly with – we ended up sharing our first week together and had a blast; crossing rivers, wild camping and eating far too many cakes. I can safely say I got off at the right (bus) stop!