I had promised
faithfully not to get drunk or be embarrassing in anyway during the cruise— the latter being a
bit of a tall order. I majored in embarrassment. The problem was, we had signed up for a £200 drink’s
package to cover our ten days. This took some careful and methodical planning,
but I am glad to report that at the end of the cruise I was in profit by the
princely sum of £80. 35 p. As they say, you can take the boy out of Liverpool .
. .
It was easy to
sip lager staring out at as fjiords and mountains slipped by, sometimes harder
to read as landscapes merged into reverie and the occasional whale. We are in Northern Iceland, touching the Arctic circle.
And reading was
one of the great attractions of the cruise. Unless you paid an exorbitant sum
for Internet connection, you were cut off from every distraction, other than
planning when you’d have your next drink. Truth was, I was on the verge of
being burned out after a prolonged period of writing – scripts, novels and
short stories. It was good to just do nothing and read, and sip drinks and eat
and put on significant weight (all of which has since gone, though that
required serious amounts of porridge and water.)
This is my last
post on Iceland, so I’ll end up with our one significant walk from Seydistfjordur to the Vestalseyri valley and waterfalls in in the mountains. The photos speak for themselves. I hope.
The walk starts
A gentle incline at first. I'm not fooled.
And now we're pretty high up. A river but no waterfall as yet.
In winter there can be some devastating floods.
These three pictures of the plateau cannot capture the absolute silence - when not broken by an
Curlew or Arctic Tern
Okay, Okay another waterfall but are we getting any nearer yet?
2 comments:
It's strikingly primitive and raw. I can easily see living in a cabin out there.
re: drinks
You did well! They've probably got your name on a list somewhere now. :)
I imagine my name is on more than a few lists if you consider some of the stuff I've googled over the years :)
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