…a sleepless, anxious night
3 flights…twenty-four hours of travel…
LAND Reykjavik, IceLAND.
I was exhausted, but safely arrived at my hostel. The taxi driver *humm humm humming* rubbed my cheek gently, gestured with his hand at my youth, and sympathetically refused to take the last 200 Ikr of my 1200 Ikr fare. The joys of looking like a 15 year old…
I slept.
I woke, strolled the city, thumbed through books at the bookstore, and bought a copy of Haldorr Laxness’ The Fish Can Sing—a Nobel Prize winning Icelandic author. Loneliness was starting to creep in already—I had hardly spoken a word all day, so I decided to talk to myself. After only 4 hours into my 8,736 hour trip, I had already begun to talk to myself…
…I ran into Tash though! And her friend Heimir—a local of Reykjavik! Tash is an experimental musician from Melbourne who I met on the bus over from Keflavik. She’s been traveling around the world for two months now, recording sounds from her surroundings. Her music is beautiful. Heimir loves greasy American food. He’s leaving for NY tomorrow and is excited to eat his first Twinkie. He was nice enough to drive us around town and then took us to the studio of Sigur Ros.
It’s 11:30 pm as I start to walk back to the hostel, but still light outside.
3 flights…twenty-four hours of travel…
LAND Reykjavik, IceLAND.
I was exhausted, but safely arrived at my hostel. The taxi driver *humm humm humming* rubbed my cheek gently, gestured with his hand at my youth, and sympathetically refused to take the last 200 Ikr of my 1200 Ikr fare. The joys of looking like a 15 year old…
I slept.
I woke, strolled the city, thumbed through books at the bookstore, and bought a copy of Haldorr Laxness’ The Fish Can Sing—a Nobel Prize winning Icelandic author. Loneliness was starting to creep in already—I had hardly spoken a word all day, so I decided to talk to myself. After only 4 hours into my 8,736 hour trip, I had already begun to talk to myself…
…I ran into Tash though! And her friend Heimir—a local of Reykjavik! Tash is an experimental musician from Melbourne who I met on the bus over from Keflavik. She’s been traveling around the world for two months now, recording sounds from her surroundings. Her music is beautiful. Heimir loves greasy American food. He’s leaving for NY tomorrow and is excited to eat his first Twinkie. He was nice enough to drive us around town and then took us to the studio of Sigur Ros.
It’s 11:30 pm as I start to walk back to the hostel, but still light outside.
Check out Rökkurró...an Icelandic band I´ve discovered...lovely...
2 comments:
Hola!, como va?, muy bueno este Blog, esta barbaro, voy a seguir pasando,cuando quieras pasa por el mio, saludos!! que andes barbaro
Luis
hope you are now used to sleep in daylight. Icelandic horses are about right size for you?
we have just submitted a proposal for design of the 59 entry in Fort Bend
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