week twenty three

Our happy stranded group!

set the standards

through the roof

and kickstart the last

best camp we’ll ever have

with tacos and ice cream

vegan and not

(we’re slowly getting there)

have a piece

of advice for the future:

you gotta treat yourself

before you can treat others

the week was framed

by Reykjavik Fringe

another festival with audience

that has never changed

for the whole 5 months

I’m also surprised

we still don’t know

their names by heart

a preview night

with the most stereotypical

American citizen, Owen

didgeridon’t even

try to deny it

a phallological comedy show

with an Irish zoologist

and an evening of poetry

the story of Grýla 

and her 13 sons

Icelandic Christmas Folklore

in the middle of July

complemented by a Finnish lady

finnishing the festival

with Eurovision jokes

could not have made it

any better

the biggest fans

of the A-Ö of Iceland

learned it by heart

within 9 days

singing along

at the beach cleanup

with Papa Dive

his donuts and chocolate milk

might make us fat

but the inspiration

he brings to the table

makes me want to

create a Blue Army myself

my overdeveloped trashdar

will probably also work in Estonia

as it did at the volcano

for the 6th time

the cigarette butts are still there

but this time

the volcano was having a nap

in a blanket of clouds

we also made it

to the Hot River Hike

to have a bath

in a river of tourists

overtaken by horses

on the way

and by the end of the day

successfully forgot

that we even went there

’cause days are long

when the sun never sets

but now it does again

it’s getting dark

winter is coming

sending our kids off

to the South Shore

the leaders had a day

at the beach

it was a bit too cold

with an autumn breeze

officially it’s still summer

therefore, shorts

perfect for the dinner

a party is not a party

without this one Polish dance

you dance at 12 AM

on the street with 20 people

BelgiJka

the intercultural dinner

brought out talents

hidden before

an opera singer

born to be on the stage

two very different pianists

playing the full Moonlight Sonata

and Bohemian Rhapsody

with everyone singing along

off-beat & off-tune

and of course

a quantum engineer

explaining color theory

as long as needed

we ended the week

with an aim to do

the Golden Circle

in under 6 hours

we were so close

until our dear van

stranded us in Þingvellir

we ran out of fuel

thirty kilometers

outside of Reykjavik

from the next gas station

we spent two hours

learning to pronounce

Eyjafjallajökull & friends

placing our bets

on how many cars would pass

before a canister arrives

53 did, and none of them

or the 200 before

stopped for us

Italy won of course, congrats!

it came as a surprise

to absolutely no one

this was my first week

as part of logistics

and my last week

as a camp leader

to our four wonderful participants

and our dream team of leaders

thank you for the best camp

from the bottom of my heart ❤

As close as it gets to a forest in this country.. a field of cute green plants!
This is the furthest tongue of the lava, expected to cross the road in a few weeks now.
The lava field is also still there!
There it is, the sleepy volcano sighting number 6!
Even though the weather is cold, it’s also very dry in this country.. even boiling mudpots dry out.
Fingers crossed that there’s a volcano somewhere in that direction!
Steamy hills promise steamy rivers promise hot water to lay in.
Looks exactly the same to me!
It’s time to take pictures of tourists again!
I, the driver, being happier than I should be considering the situation.. but it was not raining and we had food!
The view is great, and everything is under control!
Where there’s trash, there’s us. Please go trash hunting on your closest beach!
Sometimes we take everyone in our house, and create a happy mess for the one we go and vissit!
The making of marzipan as an Estonian dish starts with an hour of peeling almonds.
Looks like marzipan, right?! No one in this house likes marzipan, but they liked this creation.
The best dish my poor cooking skills have ever mastered – marzipan candies.
Walking out of the camp leaders’ club like real Icelanders.
Paving the path to Twiceland.

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