Step into a dim, turf-roofed longhouse to enter the world of Leifur Eiríksson. This rugged farm is the birthplace of the man who found North America.

Into the Westfjords: the road skirts the Vatnsfjörður Reserve, tracing a coastline of sharp rock formations and waves breaking into quiet coves.

The Garðar shipwreck rests on the black shore nearby, its salt-thinned iron a rusted orange streak against the soft green landscape.

The road ends at Látrabjarg, where Europe stops and the ocean begins. These towering cliffs serve as a summer stronghold for puffins, perched high above the roar of two colliding oceans.

Finally, Breiðavík. This golden-sand beach is a luminous surprise, framed by emerald hills and the deep blue of the Atlantic.