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Art, Architecture, & Hot Springs: A Day of Rest in Reykjavik

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Architecture: Church or...?

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Architecture: More cool-/funny-looking stuff

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Art: I think

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Hot Spring: No, actually, pretty cold when the tide comes in and, um, empty when the tide's out. How does this work?

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Hot Spring: Ah, yes, actually hot. The "natural" (re: cold) one's behind.

Posted by chschen 05:00 Archived in Iceland Comments (0)

Reflections on the Cold and Friendship

Someone's strumming a guitar and singing right now. I don't much care what they're playing; it always sounds good to me. Carries me away.

Icy feet, icy fingers. Despite being in a country called Iceland, I'm still surprised by how cold it is, especially when the wind picks up and slices through all your clothes, even the "windproof" ones. Still, we have to admit we simply didn't bring enough to keep us warm. I anticipate a month of shivering to beautiful backdrops.

What's a friend? By the way. A question I've been wondering and wondering around these days. Is it just someone whose company you enjoy? Happy to let them be a protagonist in the story you're reading? Is it just someone who's cared something about you once? Is it someone you told part of your life to, or someone who knows what you like and dislike, someone who sometimes thinks about you? What the hell is a friend?

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Earlier:

Well, this was all the kind of sleep we were allowed to get at the Keflavik International Airport. They keep it pretty cold in there, too.

Well, this was all the kind of sleep we were allowed to get at the Keflavik International Airport. They keep it pretty cold in there, too.

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Hoboing

Dribble dribble dribble, and so the days drip away. But like a steady drip the time accumulates, a whole puddle of it somehow passed. Even yesterday, which felt so long, has somehow gone. In the morning we were still in Pierowall, eating cereal and packing desultorily in the wind-combed sunshine. Then those hours in Kirkwall, frantically interneting, and, when the library closed, grocery shopping all the afternoon. Kirkwall not so much bigger to us than the Lidl store. At last an overnight ferry to Aberdeen. Loud, obnoxious Scottish men yelling the whole night away, playing cards and sticky alcohol and swear words--"cunt" "fuck" "shit"--everywhere until even the child was yelling "shut up! shut up!" A man asked them softly and politely to quiet down, everyone was asleep, but to no effect. As for me, I was too afraid, remembering the German priest on the West Highland Way who asked a group of Scottish lads for a bit of peace during their prayer and was met with a show of knife. The friendliest, most courteous people here, but also some who make Americans look good.

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Wind-combed sunshine

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What little of Kirkwall we saw outside the grocery stores

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Sleeping (or trying to sleep) on the ferry

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A pie a day keeps the doctor away! (They really shouldn't have relied on rhyming "a day" with "away.")

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Why we took a picture of this, I don't know. Is it because we needed more socks or because the ad didn't make any sense?

It's raining again. Nothing to do with me while I'm inside the ship, but in a few hours we'll be shunted out into the elements again, turtled once more with our heavy, dripping packs. Then the rain will feel real enough, not just a cascading blur over the window.

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If I had grown up poor, it is certain that I would have been a shame-faced, hounded, defensive sort of person cringing from authority and wealth and desperately yearning, yearning. Back in the city and our second day of living like hobos bring these thoughts to mind. We sleep in the shelter of a self-pay car park tonight. What self-respecting...oh, but I'm so weary, and I don't want to move. I will just sit here until my foggy mind turns off, and maybe when I open my eyes it will be past 4 am, and we can wedge ourselves back into a corner of the tiny Aberdeen airport again.

It is not overly cold on this friendless night. Judging by this journal you would think we spent the majority of our time sleeping in places we ought not to when it's only that at these moments I have time to write, when I feel the day hasn't been a roaring cascade upon my senses.

We are so far away from everyone we know.

(It is not quite as friendless as I make it out to seem. All the workers have been surprisingly warm and sympathetic--not even the remotest hint of judgment. Maybe they're used to vagrants like us; maybe they can see we're not bad kids.)

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Pierowall Goodbyes

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Another cozy kitchen where we could escape the wind and rain

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When it was too damp outside, all we did was play darts

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Goodbye, faithful stick. I don't think I can bring you on the plane.

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Goodbye, "downtown" Pierowall...

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...and your blank, utilitarian buildings

Posted by chschen 05:50 Archived in Scotland Comments (0)

Ordinary Life

I've given up writing about traveling altogether, see; it's just an ordinary part of life now. Set up the tent, throw everything into it, walk around for a few days, uproot, repeat. Meet some people, or not. Exchange smiles with strangers, or not. Get rained on, almost always. Squabble with Chris and walk silently for a few hours. Dream, retreat, dream again. Wonder fondly about everyone back at home. Worry that they've forgotten me. Plan everything we'll eat. Plan the next place we'll go. Shout and point at wildlife--bounding bunnies, strutting puffins, a lone hedgehog caught in our lamp, then shuffling noisily into the brush while we quiver in awe at our luck. Eat too much, grow fat. Walk too much, grow thin. A few sunny days and forget what cold feels like. A few rainy days and forget what warmth feels like. Life quieter and quieter, faded away.

Tomorrow we leave Orkney, begin a multi-day journey to Iceland.

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