Yup, there’s the grand view of a secret beach, where no one goes.
There’s also the stick, that no one stops for.
Well, almost no-one. This is the delight that can find pure joy in a farmstead so far away across the wetlands that walking won’t bring you there.
That, too, is Iceland, as is this water that flowed over Hengifoss just a half hour or so before. Is it any less now?
You can either run after it or stand still and let I go. That, too, is Iceland.
Strutting the Stuff: A Day Out with the Kids on the Greenland Sea
Sure looks like a troll!
But just down the beach, check this out:
Did trolls have a war some many thousand years ago, with huge cannonballs, or what? Because this iron is not wedged into the rock from above or behind or any such thing. It’s within the rock. I guess, only the trolls know.
And they’re messing with us.
Some are very young and shy.
And pissing off the terns.
Not hard, actually.
Road 870; the Far North
Icelanders dress quite practically. So do tourists. There’s one on the right, in Akureyri.
But 66 Degrees North knows that we all like brightness. It brings us in the door. Then we buy the dull stuff. This is complicated marketing! For example, this is what I came for in December:
And a couple times, this is what I got:
I was drawn into 66 North by the bright lights, but bought nothing. It’s a mysterious thing. Is it because Akureyri is only 65.8 degrees north? As for Reykjavik?
Well, that’s a mere 64 degrees north. What more needs to be said.