As if to make up for the carefree yesterday, the next morning dawned with issues right off the bat. I’d woken up bright and early, gotten things packed up, and started to move everything out to my car so I could take off to Godafoss right away. In theory anyways, because my car wouldn’t start. Yes, you guessed it, I had left the lights on and my battery died. My car in the States has lights that turn off automatically, so it wasn’t habit for me to turn off the lights in my rental car just yet. It definitely would be from here on out. After bemoaning my luck and checking the car unsuccessfully for cables, I asked one of the other hostel guests if he happened to have any. He didn’t speak English, but I was able to get my point across using pantomime, quite hilariously too I’m sure. I asked the hostel people if they knew of anyone who could help and they ended up calling friend to jump my car for me. Forty dollars later I was on the road, slightly frazzled and embarrassed, but on the road all the same. I swung into a full service gas station to fill up for the day and grab some coffee while the attendant took care of my car. After managing the coffee machine, which I was just starting to get the hang of on my fourth day, and paying I went out to start my car. Except the steering wheel had locked and of course, I couldn’t get it unlocked. So I shamefacedly walked into the gas station full of men and asked for help. They helped me with a grin on their faces and probably had a good laugh about it as I drove away. Vehicles were not looking like my strong suit today.