Okay, I take back all the mean things I said about Iceland being Moon Ikea. It is a dragon land of dynamic wyvern clouds and boiling creeks. Best of all, today was go-down-to-just-three-layers warm.
Josh and I took the basic So-You-Like-To-Look-At-Mountains-In-Iceland tour today. I guess it's different from any place else I've been because it's so sort of...new. The mountains I'm used to living around are literally some of the oldest in the world, whereas some of these are still erupting. The place is still mostly deforested from making too many Viking boats. But it's got a
lot of awesome stuff because of that.
I also faced my most dangerous and metal Iceland experience yet: being stared down by an open-mouthed middle aged rich New Yorker woman across the space of a tiny van. They bite more people per year than sharks, according to Ada Limon. (New Yorkers. Not Vans. Vans too I guess.)
I want to say about everything, babble about specific waterfalls, particular bits of scalding water we saw shoot out of things and this amazing story about Viking Parliament but my battery is dying as dead, so I'm just going to post a couple pictures and call it a night. Hopefully I can find some kind of charger converter, or I'll take notes, so I can update more later. Josh promises to do a guest blog soon which I'm sure will predominantly involve making fun of me: particularly this one recent incident in which I profusely thanked a bum for asking the time.
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