It was last February. Noel, a 28-year-old marketing manager was heading from Iceland's Kefavik Interactional Airport to the capital city Reykjavik with the modern traveler's two essentials: a dream and a GPSunit. What could go wrong?
The dream had been with him since April 14, 2010 when he watched TV news report of the volcano eruption in Iceland. Dark-haired, with a youthful face and thick eyebrows, he had never travelled beyond the United States and his native Mexico. "I want to see this through my own eyes, " he thought as he watched the news on his couch.
Four months later, on a cold winter morning, he was driving from Keflavik Airport in a rented car towards a hotel in Reykjavik, excited that his one-week journey was beginning. As the pink sun rose over the ocean and shone light on the snow-covered lava rocks along the shore, he dutifully followed the commands of the GPS that came with the car, a calm female voice directing him to an address-a left here, a right there.
But after stopping on a deserted road, he got a feeling that the voice might be steering（引导）him wrong. He had been driving for nearly an hour, yet the GPS put his arrival time at around eight hours later. He entered his destination again and got the same result. Though he sensed that something was off, he made a choice to trust the machine.
The farther he drove, the fewer cars he saw. The roads became icier. He was sleepy, cold and hungry. He hadn't set up his phone for international use, so that was no help. Another three hours passed. As his tires skidded（打滑）along a narrow mountain road that skirted a steep cliff, he knew that the device had failed him.
He was lost. He didn't know where else to go. There was no one else on the road, and there was nothing else to do but follow the line on the screen to its mysterious end.
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The directions ended at a small blue house in a tiny town.
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Knowing what had happened, the woman offered to help him.
