The Silence in Iceland Wasn't Peaceful

Everyone talks about the north of Iceland like it’s some untouched miracle—fjords, endless sky, the kind of quiet you’re supposed to crave. But driving those empty roads, I felt less like an explorer and more like someone who’d wandered off and gotten lost in their own head. The radio didn’t work. My phone barely had signal. I kept waiting for awe to hit, but mostly I just counted sheep and wondered if I’d made a mistake coming alone. The photos look unreal, but I never posted the one where I’m just sitting in the car, staring at fog, feeling small and a little bit stupid. Sometimes the silence isn’t healing. Sometimes it’s just a reminder that you can’t outrun yourself, no matter how far you drive. #SoloTravelTruth #TravelConfessions #IcelandUnfiltered #Travel