New Yorkers all accept some amount of dread each day, but nothing sparks an existential crisis like becoming the tourist we otherwise spend weekends dodging.
Iceland is unlike anywhere I've ever visited. It's why Hana and I returned for an even longer trip after my drive along the southern coast two years prior. But the parts of Iceland that make it a joy to drive through – the simple route around the country, the otherwordly landscape that seems to change every few moments, and the proliferation of vans and camp sites – have made it a magnet for the Instagram obsessed.
I'd still recommend visiting. Just consider the following an exercise in waiting for enthusiastic couples in matching Green Bay Packers jackets to finally step away from the waterfall.