Showing posts with label maps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maps. Show all posts

Monday, May 11, 2026

Planning a Trip to Death, Then Going Anyway



Sometimes for us obsessive people it feels like modern travel begins long before departure. Not at the airport or on the train. Not even when the suitcase comes out of the closet.

It begins months earlier, somewhere between opening Google Maps for the tenth time and learning the names of neighborhoods we've never visited. And, at this point you already have a pin collection of hotels, coffee stops, and sights in a city you are not even sure you'll visit.

In this light, we want to talk about how trip research itself has become a form of travel, at times as suggestive and powerful as the actual visit.

Proto-Travel


At some point, planning stops being preparation and starts becoming something else. It's like a low-grade form of mental relocation.

Before our recent trips to Spain and our ongoing planning for Japan, we realized we were already partially living in those places, at least in our heads. We knew train transfers before stepping onto the platforms. We had opinions about neighborhoods we had never walked through. We recognized street names from maps and videos. We knew where we wanted coffee in Seville and Osaka before we had even booked all the hotels.

Research has become a kind of proto-travel. It's not the trip itself, obviously. But also, it is no longer entirely separate from it.

Modern travel planning makes this easy. We can study routes, walk streets virtually, read years of blog posts, compare transit options, watch train departures in real time, and obsess over whether a transfer in Tokyo Station is psychologically manageable with luggage and jet lag. Add the modern AI assistant and it all goes into overdrive.

Of course, this did not start with Google Maps or AI. Years ago, in our 2012 post Too Many Maps - Iceland Case Study, we came home from Iceland with a small paper ecosystem: tourist maps, dining maps, bus maps, rental-car maps, promotional maps, and probably a few maps whose only function was to make us feel guilty about throwing them away. Proto-travel existed then too in a way. It was just folded badly and stuffed into a plastic bin that you eventually recycled.

With proto-travel, the unfamiliar slowly starts to feel familiar, and travel research compresses geographic distance.

Not Everyone Travels This Way


To be clear, this is not how travel has to work. It is how modern travel often works for us, because we choose it. We are not trying to program every hour of every day, though it may look suspiciously like that from the outside. The point is almost the opposite: to create enough understanding that opportunities can arise once we are there. A little intel work can make a trip more open, not less.

Some travelers book the flights, reserve a place to sleep, and let the rest unfold on the ground. There is a lot to admire in that. It sounds liberating. It also sounds, for us, like a controlled experiment in mild anxiety.

Others hand the reins to a travel company, which can be exactly right. There are trips where having someone else solve the logistics is not laziness but wisdom. Still, that is usually not where the pleasure is for us, at least for most trips.

Constructed Familiarity


One interesting side effect of all this preparation is the strange feeling of arriving somewhere that already feels vaguely remembered.

The obsessive planning, and yes, we call it that, also tickles the research bone. We like understanding a place in albeit a limited way before arriving, not because we think we can master it from a distance, but because a little preparation lets us go deeper once there. We get more experiential value. We notice more. We ask better questions. We waste less energy on avoidable confusion and leave more room for the interesting kind of confusion.

For our Seville Christmas 2025 trip (see Seville at Christmas: A Short Return to a Familiar City), we found ourselves navigating toward places we somehow already "knew." We had mentally rehearsed the rhythm of the days before they happened. We already had ideas about quiet morning walks, Christmas closures, and how neighborhoods connected.

With our Lanzarote trip (see Lanzarote - In the Layers), the research became even more immersive. Before arriving, we had already built a mental picture of volcanic landscapes, cactus gardens, wind-shaped terrain, and the strange visual contrast between black lava fields and whitewashed buildings. We were not just researching a destination anymore. We were constructing a framework for understanding it.

For our Japan 2025 trip (see 21 days in Japan – Observations and Tips), our preparation and therefore beforehand familiarity was taken to new levels. We were not contracting with an agency to do all the groundwork for us and instead arranged all the logistics ourselves. With a sizable language barrier and sheer unfamiliarity with the culture, we overcompensated you might say, on the planning.

For our upcoming Japan 2026 planning, you might think we have relaxed a bit. But no, we haven't. The drive to optimize and honestly just understand and create the opportunity for an experience has us again at a fevered pitch. We have spent evenings discussing Osaka coffee-shop clusters, Hiroshima tram routes, whether Amanohashidate makes more sense than Kinosaki-Onsen, and how many train transfers are acceptable in one day.

A recent trip to Fez (see Five Days in Fez, Morocco) was another version of this, though delayed in its execution. In summer 2023, we researched a trip for that fall in Morocco, mentally relocating ourselves into the medina before ever setting foot there. Then the September 2023 earthquake happened in Morocco, and for various reasons the plan went quiet for a while. The imagined trip was folded away, like one of those Iceland maps we couldn't quite throw out. When a friend later suggested a short trip to Fez, much of that old research suddenly became useful again. Not complete, not current, not enough to replace fresh thinking, but enough to give shape to the possibility.

This is another thing travel planning teaches: sometimes you have to be willing to set a plan aside without mourning it too much. A researched trip is not wasted just because it doesn't happen on schedule. Sometimes it waits for a better time.

Planning as Relationship Work


In a previous post, Why do we travel?, we tried to sort out what we actually get from travel: vanity, relaxation, exploration, companions, awe, and all the uncomfortable little negotiations that happen when people leave home together. 

Planning also forces many aspects of the why-do-we-travel question. A question that sounds simple until you try to answer it. Rest? Beauty? Food? Difficulty? Novelty? A sense of being elsewhere? A day with no decisions? A day with exactly the right number of decisions? In that sense, travel planning becomes an exercise in self-knowledge before it becomes an actual itinerary.

Planning a trip with a partner adds another dimension entirely, where travel planning becomes a kind of relationship rehearsal. Before the trip even begins, you are already negotiating pace, comfort, priorities, interests, tolerances, and expectations. 

One person dreams about quiet ryokans and long contemplative baths. The other may be thinking: "How long exactly are we supposed to sit in hot water?"

That realization recently reshaped our Japan planning. For example, Kinosaki-Onsen occupied a glowing place in my imagined upcoming itinerary: canal walks, yukata, atmospheric inns, slow evenings, public baths. It looked perfect in the abstract. But eventually I had to confront something obvious: the other half of my travel party is simply not a spa person.

So why exactly were we going there?

Good trip planning sometimes means abandoning the version of the trip you had already started mentally living in, and that can be surprisingly difficult. The planner often becomes emotionally attached to the researched version of the trip. Routes become narratives. Hotels become symbols. Carefully optimized itineraries can start to feel inevitable.

Then your partner says: "I don't think I would actually enjoy that." And they are probably right.

Travel planning becomes a small test of flexibility and empathy. You are not designing an abstractly good trip. You are designing a shared experience for actual humans. And the best planning decision may be to delete something you had your heart set on.

The Limits of Research


Of course, the researched version of a place is always flatter than the lived one because reality refuses complete reconstruction.

No amount of reading prepares you for exhaustion, weather, smells, awkward moments, getting lost, overheard conversations, or the random bakery that becomes your strongest memory of a city.

Tokyo was perhaps our clearest example of this gap between research and reality. On paper and during planning, it initially resolved into something simple in our heads: a giant city. Dense. Efficient. Overwhelming perhaps. But once there, it unfolded into something much more layered and human. It felt less like one city than many interconnected cities stitched together. Quiet side streets suddenly emerged beside giant stations. Tiny neighborhood coffee shops existed just blocks from overwhelming commercial corridors. And perhaps most surprising was the everyday politeness and cleanliness. We had read about it, of course, but experiencing it directly was something else entirely (see Japan Trip – A Salute to People We Saw and Cleanliness).

The same thing happened in Seville with the Centro Andaluz de Arte Contemporáneo. During planning, it was just another museum pin on the map, one item among many. But in practice, visiting it became a whole-day experience. Crossing the river, wandering the grounds of the former monastery, getting slightly lost, eating oranges in the garden, and feeling temporarily removed from the tourist center of the city itself. The experience expanded far beyond what our research outlined.

And during our June 2026 trip through Normandy and Brittany (see 8 Day Getaway in France: Honfleur and Douarnenez), we realized that no amount of planning had prepared us for how deeply the countryside would affect us. The hedgerows, fields, small roads, changing light, and layered greens were not things we had really researched in detail. Yet they became one of the emotional centers of the trip.

Travel ultimately exceeds the models we build of it; otherwise there would be little reason to leave home at all. And thankfully so. The trip still has to happen.

And perhaps that is why research remains pleasurable. It brings us closer to another place without fully collapsing the distance. The destination remains slightly out of reach, preserving the possibility of surprise. Research becomes part of the journey, but never the whole thing.

We plan not to eliminate surprises, but to make better surprises possible.


Fez cat, sipping like us, from pool of information.

Friday, April 24, 2026

Two Phones South of Milan

 

On road trips, my role has always been navigator.

Traditionally this meant entering the destination, maybe checking traffic once or twice, and then spending long stretches staring out the window commenting occasionally on abandoned buildings and puzzling out Italian road signs.

Not anymore.

On a recent drive between Bergamo and Cuneo, while holding an iPhone showing one route and an Android phone showing another, I realized my navigation job has changed.

The old-me navigator dealt in directions. The modern-me navigator arbitrates between information systems. 

Driving around the south and east of Milan on the A58.

The New Responsibilities


The change announced itself gradually over the course of a weekend trip. Each new layer of technology brought with it another tiny responsibility, another tab to keep open, another system to monitor “just in case”.

The first big shift came from renting an electric car for the first time. We rented through SIXT and suddenly charging became part of the trip planning itself. Not difficult exactly, but present in a way gasoline rarely is anymore.

As navigator, I found myself checking range estimates, locating charging stations, and calculating whether we had enough battery to comfortably make it through the next stretch.

Gas stations have become mentally invisible to us over decades of driving. Electric cars bring infrastructure awareness back into consciousness. You start noticing distances differently. Elevation changes matter. Speeds matter. A casual detour suddenly might have consequences.

In some ways it made travel feel more tangible again. But it also gives the navigator homework.

Free Flow


Then there was the autostrada A33 between Asti and Cuneo.

On this stretch of autostrada, traditional toll booths have been replaced by a “free flow” system. You drive through without stopping while cameras record your license plate. Convenient in theory. Invisible infrastructure at work.

Except now the navigator has another task: remembering to go online later and pay.

And not immediately either, because the license plate often takes a day or more to appear in the system.

So now the navigator keeps a mental ledger of:
  • If we paid and if not setting a reminder for tomorrow.
  • Remembering the time we used the road.
  • Keeping the rental car license plate on hand to identify the car in the system.
  • Remembering what app to use to pay.
  • Figuring out if we should just go ahead and create (yet another) account or just pay as an anonymous user.
Now road trips acquired administrative tasks and follow-up.

Two Phones South of Milan


The moment that crystallized all this came on our return drive from Cuneo to Bergamo.

We were south of Milan traveling east on the A50 and had two options: continue north toward Milan on the A1, or swing south on the A1 to catch the A58 — the Tangenziale Est Esterna di Milano (TEEM) — a wider loop that is longer in distance but often faster in practice because it avoids Milan traffic.

Google Maps insisted the A58 was closed. 

Not congested. Closed.

Every time we selected the route, Google tried to reroute us away from it. We were still a few kilometers away from the decision point but me-the-navigator felt pressure to make a good decision. Trust Google Maps?

Apple Maps showed the A58 as perfectly normal. The road signs on the autostrada also suggested no issues. And traffic reports sounded fine. (We ignored Google Maps and went on A58 and it was just fine.)

And it was at that point I realized I was no longer navigating. I was conducting a small transportation fact-checking operation real time. I had an iPhone in one hand with Google Maps open, an Android phone in the other checking the same route, and meanwhile I was consulting the official A58 website.

The navigator’s role now includes determining which machine/service/system is lying least.

The Black Box Problem


Part of the navigator's unease is that modern navigation systems are black boxes.

We know they ingest traffic patterns, road reports, historical data, closures, accidents, speed estimates, weather, and probably the emotional state of nearby commuters. Then they produce a route with an aura of mathematical certainty.

But the systems are always changing and a route suggestion that worked one way six months ago likely behaves differently now. Small interface changes might alter behavior. New code is rolled out silently behind the scenes. Priorities shift, for example, for calculating routes for fuel efficiency. We assume determinism because maps look authoritative, but the logic underneath is fluid.

And unlike paper maps, these systems don’t simply describe the world. They actively shape our decisions in real time. If we had followed Google Map's advice and not taken the A58, we would have ended up in a lot more traffic and an hour more of driving. How many people made that decision? Did Google Map's error in this case (and I think it's safe to call it that) cause more traffic?

Today navigation is about dealing with a competing layering of realities:
  • the car’s navigation system
  • the phone’s navigation system
  • traffic websites
  • road authority websites
  • our own common sense
  • and finally, the actual road in front of us
Sometimes they agree. Sometimes they do not.

Optimization Addiction


Of course, there is an easy response to all this: pick a route and stop worrying.

And honestly, if you surrender to that approach, modern navigation is wonderful. Voice guidance, live traffic, estimated arrival times, and charging locations. It’s objectively easier than unfolding giant paper maps across your knees somewhere near Piacenza.

But modern systems tempt us with optimization like:
  • Save seven minutes.
  • Avoid congestion.
  • Faster route available.
  • Charge now instead of later.
  • Traffic ahead.
  • Incident reported.
  • Recalculating.
Every route now feels like a live market constantly updating itself.

Humans are not particularly good at ignoring optimization opportunities once they are presented. Especially not when the difference between choices is quantified in glowing blue lines and precise minute counts.

So the navigator stays engaged. Watching. Comparing. Verifying.

Not because the systems are bad, but because they are dynamic.


There is also something social happening.

While the driver concentrates on the road, the navigator increasingly manages the surrounding digital ecosystem:
  • replying to messages,
  • confirming arrival times,
  • checking traffic,
  • looking up charging stations,
  • paying tolls,
  • cross-referencing maps,
  • interpreting alerts.
Sometimes as navigator, I'm also answering the driver's text messages while trying to sound enough like the driver that the receiver doesn't notice.

The navigator used to help you get somewhere. Now the navigator helps decide which version of reality to trust. 

Saturday, January 17, 2026

The Personal Atlas of Known and Unknown Lands

The two globes in the Sala Tassiana Two globes in the Sala Tassiana of the Biblioteca Civica Angelo Mai Terraqueous Globe - Japan
Left: The two globes in the Sala Tassiana of the Biblioteca Civica Angelo Mai in Bergamo.
Center: Coronelli's two globes.
Right: Terraqueous Globe detail of Japan.



If you walk into the Sala Tassiana of the Biblioteca Civica Angelo Mai in Bergamo, the first thing that catches your eyes are the intricate ceiling frescoes. After that your eyes will naturally be drawn to two enormous globes positioned on the southwest side of the room overlooking Piazza Vecchia. The globes are by Vincenzo Maria Coronelli (1650 - 1718), a Venetian friar, cosmographer of the Serenissima, and enthusiastic compiler of the world as it was understood in 1688.

Each globe is so large you have to walk around it, let's say orbit it, several times to take it all in. One globe is for the heavens (globo celeste) and one for the earth (globo terracqueo). Each globe has a circumference of 3 meters and 33 centimeters and is made of 50 sheets of paper, printed as segments that adhered to the spherical surface and watercoloured.

The terrestrial globe, in particular, is a kind of time capsule of global knowledge. Australia drifts at the bottom like a partially remembered dream — its outline incomplete, its proportions speculative. North America is traced confidently along the coasts, but the interior is a vast narrative improvisation: mountain ranges guessed at, rivers wandering like afterthoughts. Coronelli’s coastlines are often sharp and surprisingly accurate; the continents’ insides are where imagination filled in for evidence.

Standing before the globe, you can't help but fell the tug of its contradictions, the authority of its ink paired with the tentativeness of its knowledge. A world rendered boldly, yet only partially known.

Thinking about cartography and old (half-wrong) globes, I realized I’ve been carrying around a map of my own that has just undergone its own quiet redrawing.

Terra Incognita and Other Honest Admissions


Old maps leave blank spaces where knowledge fails. Terra incognita or the famous "unknown land." People often imagine all medieval maps saying “Here be dragons,” but only one globe actually used the phrase. The Latin version hic sunt dracones appears on the Hunt–Lenox Globe, a tiny copper sphere from the early 1500s, and its presence says more about us than about geography. Still, the myth persists because it captures something true: when humans face the unknown, we fill it with monsters.

Cartographers, ever resourceful, handled their ignorance with style. If they didn’t know what was inland, they placed a camel caravan or a decorative wind god in the region. The message was simple: We don’t know what’s here, but we’d like you to admire the artistry anyway. And sometimes the flourish was enough. Hic sunt dracones was less a warning about danger than a placeholder for everything cartographers couldn’t yet explain — a polite way of saying, “Your guess is as good as ours.”

I’ve been thinking about these blank spaces, how every map is as notable for what it includes as for what it admits it cannot.

And how, quietly, the same is true for the maps we inherit in life.

We’re often told these inherited maps are authoritative with their fixed borders, fixed routes, and fixed loyalties. They come bundled with warnings about venturing too far outside them. But like old globes, the authority doesn’t always match the accuracy.

On Personal Maps and the Places That Go Blank


Each of us begins with a kind of inherited map: family on one shore, childhood landmarks on another, a river or two connecting everything. It isn’t a map we draw ourselves. It’s issued to us, like a passport full of destinations we didn’t choose but learned to navigate.

Lately, two parts of my inherited map have slipped into blankness.

Not dramatically. No earthquakes, no torn parchment. Just… absence. One region faded through time and paperwork. Another through silence and distance. Two old territories that once felt central but now feel as if the cartographer simply put down the pen and moved on.

I’ve been surprised by how strange but right this feels.

Sometimes seeing the final outline of an old map complete with its omissions, its boundaries, its blank spaces is strangely clarifying. A territory I once assumed I belonged to turns out not to include me after all. Its borders close, not with malice, but with finality.

And like the medieval mapmakers, I’m left to decide what to put in the newly empty space: a dragon? A sea creature? A polite label that simply reads terra incognita?

Or nothing at all.

The Portolan Problem


Portolan charts were practical medieval sailing maps that showed coastlines with astonishing accuracy. Harbors were carefully sketched, headlands crisply rendered, wind roses scattered across the seas like compass confetti.

But the interiors? Blank. Portolan charts didn’t depict inland geography at all, not because the mapmakers lacked imagination, but because sailors simply didn’t need that information. Their job was straightforward: help you avoid running your boat into things.

This is oddly relatable in my own personal cartography. I know the coastlines of things, the visible contours of family stories, the major events, the places where people intersected with my life. But the interior terrain? The motivations, histories, silences? The land routes that might explain how these regions evolved?

Never mapped. Maybe never mappable.

Seeing the final shape of an inherited relationship sometimes feels like standing at the edge of a portolan chart: coastline crystal clear, interior completely unknown. And that’s just the nature of the document.


The Terraqueous Globe Terraqueous Globe - portrait of the author, dedications to the Republic of Venice and to the Doge Andrea Morosini Terraqueous Globe - showing the California Problem - California as an Island The Celestial Globe
Left: Vincenzo Maria Coronelli's Globo terracqueo.
Center left: Terraqueous Globe - portrait of the author, dedications to the Republic of Venice and to the Doge Andrea Morosini.
Center right: Terraqueous Globe - showing the California Problem - California as an Island.
Right: Vincenzo Maria Coronelli's Globo celeste.

Aging, the Slow Redrawing of Continents


If family drafts the first edition of our personal atlas, aging is the relentless editor who arrives later with new measurements, a sharper pencil, and no patience for outdated geography.

I’ve noticed how aging quietly redraws my internal map in ways I didn’t authorize: 
  • Hills I once sprinted up now have contour lines I’m obliged to respect. 
  • New territories appear, which I never noticed before, while old ones recede.
  • Bodily limits creep in like rising sea levels, reshaping the coastline. It’s not loss exactly. More like the natural erosion of certainty.
Aging teaches you that maps are temporary. Bodies change, habits change, desires change. The bright red “you are here” dot keeps sliding when you’re not looking.

And yet the movement brings its own kind of curiosity: What new shore is this? When did this path appear? Who added this mountain?

It's the same impulse that kept old cartographers revising their work — not despair, but discovery.

On Living with Blank Spaces


What is interesting about old maps is how their creators handled uncertainty. They didn’t erase the world when they guessed wrong. They didn’t tear up the parchment because a coastline had to be redrawn.

They just corrected it. Layer by layer, year by year.

A map was never a pronouncement. It was a working draft.

I take some comfort in that. The blank spaces on my own map — the ones left by two relationships that no longer hold coordinates — don’t need to be filled in. They don’t need dragons or speculation or a desperate search for forgotten detail.

They can remain terra incognita.

What matters more is the rest of the map, the life unfolding around me minute by minute, person by person, hill by hill. The routes I return to again and again. The territories of curiosity I didn’t know existed until recently.

As with old maps, the ongoing task isn’t to restore what’s missing. It’s to keep drawing.

The Beauty of Being Wrong


Perhaps we love old maps because they’re wrong. The distortions, the extravagant guesses, the charming errors reveal the world in transition. They show how much we’ve learned and how much we once didn’t know.

Maybe personal maps are the same.

The edges blur, the borders shift, some regions dissolve. New ones appear out of nowhere, like volcanic islands rising overnight. The dragons turn out to be shadows. The silence becomes a kind of border. The blank spaces stop asking to be filled.

Sometimes a map becomes more accurate not by adding detail, but by letting certain regions fade.

When I look back at the maps I’ve drawn at different moments in my life, what I appreciate most is not their accuracy but their evolution. Each one captured what was known at the time with the contours I could see clearly then. And each one changed as new information arrived and old assumptions fell away. In retrospect, the revisions matter more than the originals. The places where the coastline was guessed at. The parts where I ran out of ink. The occasional sea monster, added for charm.

Because a map, after all, is only interesting when it’s still in progress.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Pack Rat Tourist: Too Many Maps and Brochures - Upcoming Piemonte-Cuneo Region Trip

Piemonte (Piedmont) Literature Spread Out on the Dining Room TablePiemonte (Piedmont) Literature Spread Out on the Dining Room Table
When travelling, I’m always tempted by racks of maps and brochures. I can’t help it. Who knows, one might come in handy, right? Well, actually, more like wrong. But, collect I do. A few months ago it was maps and guides for Iceland in Too Many Maps – Iceland Case Study. This time around we are planning a return visit to Piedmont and for once I decided to pull out everything we had collected in our past five trips there. First, it was strange to find duplicates of several things (I guess the same brochures look just as good the second time). Secondly, what we collected is turning out to be useful in the planning phase. There, justification.
Our collection of maps and brochures deals mostly with the southwest of Piemonte, La Provincia di Cuneo, where our family is located. Cherasco (Cherasco – Good Chocolate and Good Food) is represented well in the brochures we’ve collected. We always enjoy visiting Cherasco. (In that post's title, I elevated chocolate as something more than food and as well I should. Chocolate is a way of life.)
Information about Truffles – Carta della Qualità Brochure
Information about Truffles – Carta della Qualità BrochureInformation about Truffles – Carta della Qualità Brochure
Cherasco Brochures – Città del Cioccolato e Capitale Italiana della Lumaca
Cherasco Brochures – Città del Cioccolato e Capitale Italiana della LumacaCherasco Brochures – Città del Cioccolato e Capitale Italiana della Lumaca
The Province of Cuneo (Blu Edizioni) Libro and Il Cuneese MappaThe Province of Cuneo is in English and is very useful.
The Province of Cuneo (Blu Edizioni) Libro and Il Cuneese MappaThe Province of Cuneo (Blu Edizioni) Libro and Il Cuneese Mappa
Saluzzo Information
Saluzzo InformationSaluzzo Information
I Sentieri (Walking Paths) in Casotto, Corsaglia and Roburentello
I Sentieri (Walking Paths) in Casotto, Corsaglia and RoburentelloI Sentieri (Walking Paths) in Casotto, Corsaglia and Roburentello
Santuario di Vicoforte
I Sentieri (Walking Paths) in Casotto, Corsaglia and Roburentello

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Too Many Maps - Iceland Case Study

Do you have this problem? You are touring a new area (country, city, etc.) and you come home with a pile of paperwork. You can’t seem to get rid of it before going home. It might contain valuable information, right? Or so you tell yourself and so you end up with a pile of slips of paper, museum guides, business cards, and maps, especially maps. We were in Iceland for 5 days recently and it seemed like every time we asked someone a question, that person whipped out a map and made an “X” on it and handed it to us before I could say, “but we already have a map”. And so timidness and being slow-to-the-draw resulted in a pile of maps - all of various usefulness. We have a big plastic bin at home that contains maps of places we’ve been. We hardly open that bin when embarking on a trip to a location from which we’ve already collected maps. Sigh.

Each map we collected in Iceland has some particular bent behind it. There are dining maps, auto-rental maps, bus route maps, tour company promotional maps, regional promotional maps, and many more. We purchased the International Travel Maps map of Iceland before we left (www.itmb.com) but didn’t use it much.

For Reykjavík, we used the Big Map the most (www.bigmap.is). In the Golden Circle we used the excellent Uppsveitir Árnessýslu map (www.sveitir.is) and see below. 

Besides the physical maps, we had iPhone and Windows Phone mapping applications and a Garmin Nuvi 270. What we found is that a physical map was still the best used in conjunction with a phone mapping application for a sanity check to make sure you taking the right turns.

Big Map 2012-2013, Left: Inside, Right: Cover


Bus Route Map, Left: Side 1, Right: Side 2 Sponsored by the Saga Museum?


Various Other Iceland Maps

Iceland Excursions Map, Left: inside, Right: Cover

The Most Useful Map for the Golden Circle Area – Upper Árnessýslu Area. This map has all the sites you’ll typically see and a brief description of them.  
What’s On Map of Reykjavik, Left: Inside, Right: Cover