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What Colour Should You Wear in Iceland?

It starts innocently enough. You’re grazing with your buddies, right.

Hey, it’s a reindeer thing. If the swans and geese want to graze along with you, what’s it to you, right? There’s grass for all. No, that’s what people might thing. Reindeer? Time to split.

Bye. It’s about colour matching, I think.

When you go to Iceland in the winter, wear white.

The Tricks of the Sheep Fold

In Iceland, yo put your sheep into a fold at night, not to protect them from animal predators — there are only tiny foxes.

No, the predator is the tide. That darned sea lunges. Best to fold them up into the earth. Literally.

I mean, you make such a fold by trench sod, obviously, but when the grass grows back over it it can’t hide its shape: fold, indeed.



So, You Want to Go to Iceland, Do You

Going to Iceland. I don’t blame you. It’s beautiful. Gulfoss. The Golden Falls. With its eternal rainbow. What’s not to love?

Well, this, maybe. Hey, but everybody’s as much in love with it as you are. You’re in good company. That’s nice.

That’s not so bad at all, is it. But this?

That’s OK, too. I mean, everyone is safe this way, and that’s good, plus things erode. We don’t want things to erode. Thing is, well… IF … you … turn … around … there … is … this.

Will you go there? Likely not. There are, after all the beautiful falls. Very beautiful. There’s a path.

And you can always go wait for the Geysir up the road. That’s fun. It really is. It’s even more fun to watch the watchers.

Still… IF you turn around (and miss the Geysir) …

Will you go there? The Icelanders hope you won’t. They want you at the Geysir. Ahh, that’s better.

Let’s face it. That’s worth putting your back to the mountains. Or is it?

It’s a tricky dance, to be a traveller in Iceland.