around the country in (five) days

watch out for those wikings.....

i am a hotness which exudes many layers. around 5 or so to be precise.

its great to be ... well, home? !!!!! so ima bit of a cop-out speed demon. i did in fact stop to smell many a rose.

however, tis so nice to be back invading the Berman´s space! ive moved up to a couch again since sleeping, eating, and all out living in a Honda all week, which was tres bon, sans my random travel partner.

i never thought i´d be so glad to see a Reykjavík 72km sign. so what if i cut out a wee chunk of the west? buddy had done me in. all i ask is for a driving buddy that can provide me with the very basics of road touring: good company, good conversation, and an assistant slash back up navigator. is this excessive?


soooo, do you always sigh this much?

yes.

right. so, what do you enjoy besides indie music?

i like crispy apples and a nice piece of cheddar cheese.

(note, this would have been an overly acceptable response coming from anyone else but buddy from NB).

him: sigh.

me: cringe. stop that.

i can´t okay? i just do it. i guess i´m just weird.

me: ............... eeeemoooo.

i know where this is headed.

me: puts on headphones and turns up death to the pixies.

fast forward to the good shiz - lots of beyond epic sightings, some of the most intense driving i´ve ever done, i.e., gravel road through the east fjords, quite literally on the side of a mountain, one side drops off to the ocean, other side drops off to rocks. enie, meany, miney....OH. and hot-pottin´my ass in every sundlaug i can find.

see pics. mkay?

this morning i woke up in the north, in the uni parking lot, with the windows frozen on the inside of the car, and some woman peeking in. this was at 6:30am, or otherwise, still about 3.5 hours of darkness to hack through before i can keep driving. so i swim, steam room and hot pot under the moon until we can continue on. buddy follows me around like a lost dog.

the best place i slept was at a still operating wool factory in the south, minus the sleeping part, as they wind was so intense here that i was certain the car was going over on its side all through the night.

with little more than a week left on the island, i have at least 43,000 things to wrap up before i can book it out. two books, a paper, and some serious carrying on with some fine people before the leprechauns and i meet.

i´ma miss this place hard, but likely more its people.

dear republic of iceland: why do you operate only in extremes of sort? no bother. you´re still pretty fine.

also: easily the best message i´ve recieved , hmm, ever?

'so awesome to get a postcard from a "screw it, i'm just going to carpe my damn diem" trip. it looks like you are having an amazing time! and, linds, i'm not at all sorry if I am to blame for any part in your lack of conventionality, on paper or otherwise. you only need to be coherent for the next couple of years anyway, right? then, what good is it going to do you? keep eating the peach.' -keechy.

damn, i miss those wranglin´days.