I'm obsessed with remote places. Someday I hope to have my own TV show where I'd be showcasing very remote locations in the world where I'd claim to be camping out but in fact I'd be sleeping in a luxury prefab hotel-style accommodation with complete with jaccuzi, king size bed, minimalist modern bathroom and fully stocked drinks cabinet which would be set up at huge expense before my arrival. The film crew would film me pretending to drink my own piddle inside in my tent to stay warm before retreating to my luxury accommodation to chill and smoke dope with my film crew buddies while a few shipping container-sized diesel generators hum away in the background.
So far I reckon the remotest place I've been is the shortcut road from Egilsstaðir to Hofn. Not a sinner or a house to be seen for absolutely miles and signs up before you enter the road reminding you of the exorbitant cost of being rescued here if you break down.